JUDITH, DO NOT HIDE BEHIND YOUR SANCTITY — seldom are saviours of people not traitors of god.
BLOOD DRIPPED LIKE FREEDOM THROUGH THE CRACKS IN HER FINGERS. her sword made no sound, BUT GOD HEARD IT. and i will tell you something that nobody else has told you — WAR, WAR, WAR, was what it whispered — and what is war, if not riot? if not love? if not defense? WHO WILL PROTECT YOU, IF NOT A SINNER? THE KINDEST OF HANDS ARE THOSE THE MOST BLOODY.
and i will tell you something else — SHE KNEW THAT SHE WOULD NEVER BE FORGIVEN. in the eyes that see it all, it is the same. thirst-quenching blood is just as red, AND THIRST IS STILL DESIRE. induglence in the face of hunger, WHAT IS IT BUT INDULGENCE? she would have made a martyr and a half, BUT DID SHE NOT? IS GIVING UP HEAVEN NOT THE SAME AS GIVING UP LIFE?
and i will only tell you one more thing — THAT IT WAS NOT GOD THAT GAVE HER THE WILL TO BEHEAD. THAT RAGE OVERPOWERS THE HOLY SPIRIT. THAT SHE BIT THE HAND THAT FEEDS HER, so she could feed it to the starving — YES, her sainthood — IT WAS ONE BUILT ON RIGHTEOUS VIOLENCE.
SCRIPTURE, DO NOT JUSTIFY HER MEANS. I WILL LOVE HER A KILLER.
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