YEARS AGO...
The sounds of their pain and miseries were both something he could get used to, his eyes were closed, he enjoyed the sounds better when they were closed.
That way he could feel it, what good is sight if you can’t feel what you see. He would rather feel than see them scream, they could be lying, their faces might also ruin the beauty of their pain.
“Please!” One of them had begged, he thought it was a woman but when he opened his eyes, he realized it was the priest of the church, the one who taught them the lessons of the almighty and the one who decides who deserves to live and who decides to be trampled on.
He remembered one of the priest’s sermons when he had said.
“If it is different and not of God, they should be burnt on a stake, no matter what they look like!”
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