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“The light of the dawn and the sunset shines on you”
“Th-thank you. Listen, I understand that we do need to change the sinners’ ways, but surely we can do it through peace and love, not this … violence.”
I was chosen. They call it a curse, but I was chosen by My Lord. It is a privilege, and if I must suffer for it, it will have been worth it.
The problem is, I hear His voice all the time. I’m no longer sure whether these feelings are mine.
*BAM* A football hits me square on the face. I close my eyes as they roll back. He hasn’t said anything this time, but I feel the anger. Careless children
“Oh! Are you alright?” Kevin asks
I’ve barely moved. I recover control over my face to reply “I’m fine, absolutely fine, you know these things happen-” I raise a hand and call out to the other boys, “Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll be fast chums soon!”
It sounds forced to me. I hope no one notices.
*BAM* Another football hits me on the side of the head. I cry out, more from anger than pain. My eyes roll back more noticeably and I groan, trying to control it.
“My, what horrible manners they have, Roland! Is it perhaps not your duty to dispose—”
I manage to shake out of it. “I’m sure it was an accident!”
I’m not sure if I’m talking to the other boys or Him. My breaths are laboured as I try to regain control. What was that I said? Peace and love?
I see the kid with the hand fringe and call out “Nice fingers!”
Kevin throws the ball back to him, so I take the time to fix my hair, a nervous habit of mine.
For now, I can keep things at bay, but it’s getting worse.
I am an instrument of The Lord. I am here to carry out His will.
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I fear this is all getting out of control.