Promised Prayer

PROMISED PRAYER Blasphemous accounts of perfidy shatter my dreams. I cringe at the strength of human decorum she lacked. They all lack. I don’t want empathy. Apathy. Pity. And sorrow. All are for the feeble-minded. I want to be strong. Gather the love I have and fasten my cracked heart. What will become of the future ahead of time? I will only lose faith and courage as time goes on. I doubt existences of evils that try and shred apart all that I have by attacking the foundation of my love. But why doubt? They are there. It can happen. Will it? Silver beams, unyielding and filled with wrath, answer easily through tears of dismay. My interminable tears of sorrow masquerade the hate that I have towards all infidel defilers. So promise me this. That the evils that men do shant affect me, for I shall come down upon thee with a great vengeance. This is my promised prayer.