Dona Eis Requiem

The saints adorned the walls but they couldn’t keep the horrors inside from pouring out and into the consciousness of little girls. Constantly crossing yourself will not keep us from asking you questions you can’t answer, no. We delight in that fact just as you once took delight in bearing heavenly vengeance down upon us for your mistakes and our existence.

We’re turning the crucifix on its head now and taking it all out of you the way you’ve taken it out on us for years. We’ll make you loose your faith, indeed we have done. The intercessors never held any power over us, they won’t and can’t save or assist us, as you know and are powerless to admit.

Continue piously praying for Christ in the shape of an honest man. Though he will not come to your aid because you are worthless, as you so carefully admitted to us what you thought of us in not as many words, in not as many tales and flourishes because you couldn’t complete what you were meant to and are far too illiterate.

Oh, how special we thought you were and how foolish you seem now behind the clanking trail of slippery rosary beads spouting regurgitated nonsense riddles. Yes, those meaningless meaning-flaunting words that you etched into us at every opportunity with a bloody knife through a spiteful mouth that bit and tore us apart for your selfish satisfaction.

How could we tell that you were robbed of your waking dreams? Were we, a million tiny virginal slips of a little girl that was entrusted to you, not a divine part of your plan? Surely, as the holy sickly virgin mother can attest, you didn’t really think we would keep him chained and bound and penitent?

Today, as your fallen angels, we dispense our final judgement. Irreverently, we spit on your faith inciting you to question your entire suffering life, repentant sinner. But it’s too late because at your graveside you’ll find no god to grant you merciful absolution.