Christmas Day
The only difference between a man with faith and a man without is that the faithful man knows the weight of his sins
And yet, the weight of his sins does not discourage him, he simply begins to fetishize his blasphemy, reaching out into the endless cathedral and soiling its sacredness, for to be close to holiness is not to be righteous, but to be powerful
Perhaps there is no way for a woman to be holy in this time I find myself in, perhaps there never was
I clasp my hands and whisper helplessly into the darkness
There are no martyrs in a godless world.
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