The devil walked into church today, with a parcel the weight of his sin, strapped to his back. He walked towards the alter, and then, black.
A halo of red. Jesus wept. Blood just poured and poured and poured.
White sheets, white flags, white robes; the colour of purity corrupted forever.
The ground, the color of bodies – living and dead – unmoving, holding, weeping or sleeping.
The ground, the color of their best shirts, freshly pressed for the morning service, now mixed with dust and ash.
3 churches. 3 hotels. 350 lives.
The living wept and asked the men whose faces they had never known: why have you done this to me? You have created a chasm of sorrow so deep I feel as if I could fall through it forever and ever.
This is where they stood; the innocent and the vile. You have tainted sacred ground. The innocent will live on but soon all traces of you will be gone, like dust swept away in the lightest breeze.
The living wept and asked the men whose faces they had never known: what do you think you have you accomplished?
..and on the third day, He rose again.
On the third day, you will be defeated.
This, I can promise you.
This, you will soon come to know as the story of Easter.
petrichorcrimson 