Maria_madalena
Maria Madalena was never a religious woman, for she knew too well the wickedness of men. Raised between the walls of a brothel, soon she learned that the Almighty did not have eyes for her misery. His blindness cost her many tears and the scars that covered her back. But here she was, under a pale grey sky, facing the grand building that was the church of Chard, County of Devon.
A cool breeze swept through the church courtyard and the dark cloak that covered her slender body stirred gently. Some brown hair strands covered the beautiful features of her face branded by pain and sorrow. It was very early in the morning and although the place was disturbingly quiet her soul was a riot.
Slowly, Madalena walked towards the church door, her feet reverberating across the worn stones that covered the churchyard. Inside, it was dark and smelled of incense. She made her way into the nave and then walked down the aisle toward the chancel area. At the altar Madalena knelt and closed her eyes.
I do not ask for your forgiveness, nor do I ask for your protection! Her voice was strained. My little sister is dead Madalena was sobbing, her hands clenched around the skirt of her dress. All my life Ive been searching for love and kindness, and you couldnt let me have it. So, do not bother to listen to me now, for all I desire is vengeance. Infuriated she spat on the altar, her eyes burning with rage.
Madalena stayed on her knees for another moment, thinking about her now meaningless life, and then she raised.
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A cool breeze swept through the church courtyard and the dark cloak that covered her slender body stirred gently. Some brown hair strands covered the beautiful features of her face branded by pain and sorrow. It was very early in the morning and although the place was disturbingly quiet her soul was a riot.
Slowly, Madalena walked towards the church door, her feet reverberating across the worn stones that covered the churchyard. Inside, it was dark and smelled of incense. She made her way into the nave and then walked down the aisle toward the chancel area. At the altar Madalena knelt and closed her eyes.
I do not ask for your forgiveness, nor do I ask for your protection! Her voice was strained. My little sister is dead Madalena was sobbing, her hands clenched around the skirt of her dress. All my life Ive been searching for love and kindness, and you couldnt let me have it. So, do not bother to listen to me now, for all I desire is vengeance. Infuriated she spat on the altar, her eyes burning with rage.
Madalena stayed on her knees for another moment, thinking about her now meaningless life, and then she raised.
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