030. In The Old Stone Church

I sit in the old stone church trying to concentrate my mind light shines through the stained glass windows casting weird shadows on the floor My tired eyes fill with tears as I stand up and look around my whole body trembles with angry sadness and memory Why are we cursed to die why do people suffer so much I sink to my knees by the altar begging for answers from the statues above they only look on with contempt and refuse to even respond to my cries The walls contain my screams from the people outside the stones themselves stay silent they've heard it all before I fall onto my face my voice slowly dying away tears flow down my cheeks flowing small rivers