Then someone walked up in front of me; he staggered to his feet. I recognised the man; he had been someone I knew. He had caused me endless amount of trouble and pain, which I cared to forget, now I was being remembered. He had been my enemy more or less, or at least he had made himself to be that and the biggest thorn in my side. To me he represented everything that had gone wrong in the Church. I had always wondered why and now I was watching him stager in front of me. It was very difficult to bear; it seemed like someone had pulled out my heart and split it with a knife, A million emotions, memories and thoughts came rushing to me all at once, I had faced so much pain already but this was by far the worst experience of my life and I wasn't handling it to well!
I was not surprised he had died in the battle as he came to represent both everything about this battle to me and everything I despised.
He noticed me and staggered over to me, my emotions could not contain themselves and I just wept more. He slumped to the floor on his knees, like I had done previously, right in front of me. I didn‘t respond, I didn‘t know how to.
"Kill me" he said.
Again he said "Kill me"
I didn‘t know how to respond so I didn‘t. He took me and shook me "For what I have done to you" he then shouted "KILL ME."
I rose to my feet, his behaviour upset me, in a way I was glad he had woken up spiritually as well as physically, but his attitude annoyed me as he was still focused on himself and was still too self-centred. With everything that had gone on around him I found it hard that he should dwell on his own problems. I became angry.
"Die, do you really want to die.” I replied “You‘ve just been dead and now your alive and you want to focus on death, that‘s why you died in the first place." I screamed back at him. "Why choose death when you can really live. WAKE UP."
This seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever, he looked at my sword, which was by my side, lowered his head then whispered "please kill me, I deserve to die."
"Yes" I replied, "You do."
I drew my sword from its' sheath. I didn't now what to quite do there was a part of me that knew I couldn't kill him but there was an angry roar inside of me growling like a lion at his enemy. Worst was his attitude, his continuing insistance to rely on his own religion was gratting, it cut me to the core . He shut his eyes. I took my sword by its handle and turned it around so I was grasping the blade in my two hands. I lifted it high above my head and then in a swift blow brought it down. The handle struck him at the top of the head with enough force so that he would get the message yet not to hurt him too much. He shook then sighed with relief that he was still alive. He lifted his head then opened his eyes. The look on his face was a look of disbelief at what I had just done.
We were both just there frozen, me standing over him and him kneeling. My hands began to shake, my sword was a very powerful weapon I was relieved I was clutching it the way I was and that it wasn't burried in him but at the same time it was incredibly sharp and was digging into my hands, they were now badly, badly cut. Blood then trickled out from my hands till it covered them. There was a stream of red flowing down my sword, it hung at the end of the round-edged handle and then dripped steadily onto the man. I stood there for what could have been eternity, I could not contemplate what had just happened, and the pain of it was just too much to bear. I could have chosen to kill him, yes he was right he did deserve to die, but no more than I. I was pleased he was still alive and hoped that he could learn from his mistakes. Now I just wanted to be taken away and for this scene to end forever it did.
The Battlefield - Standing before God
I was not surprised he had died in the battle as he came to represent both everything about this battle to me and everything I despised.
He noticed me and staggered over to me, my emotions could not contain themselves and I just wept more. He slumped to the floor on his knees, like I had done previously, right in front of me. I didn‘t respond, I didn‘t know how to.
"Kill me" he said.
Again he said "Kill me"
I didn‘t know how to respond so I didn‘t. He took me and shook me "For what I have done to you" he then shouted "KILL ME."
I rose to my feet, his behaviour upset me, in a way I was glad he had woken up spiritually as well as physically, but his attitude annoyed me as he was still focused on himself and was still too self-centred. With everything that had gone on around him I found it hard that he should dwell on his own problems. I became angry.
"Die, do you really want to die.” I replied “You‘ve just been dead and now your alive and you want to focus on death, that‘s why you died in the first place." I screamed back at him. "Why choose death when you can really live. WAKE UP."
This seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever, he looked at my sword, which was by my side, lowered his head then whispered "please kill me, I deserve to die."
"Yes" I replied, "You do."
I drew my sword from its' sheath. I didn't now what to quite do there was a part of me that knew I couldn't kill him but there was an angry roar inside of me growling like a lion at his enemy. Worst was his attitude, his continuing insistance to rely on his own religion was gratting, it cut me to the core . He shut his eyes. I took my sword by its handle and turned it around so I was grasping the blade in my two hands. I lifted it high above my head and then in a swift blow brought it down. The handle struck him at the top of the head with enough force so that he would get the message yet not to hurt him too much. He shook then sighed with relief that he was still alive. He lifted his head then opened his eyes. The look on his face was a look of disbelief at what I had just done.
We were both just there frozen, me standing over him and him kneeling. My hands began to shake, my sword was a very powerful weapon I was relieved I was clutching it the way I was and that it wasn't burried in him but at the same time it was incredibly sharp and was digging into my hands, they were now badly, badly cut. Blood then trickled out from my hands till it covered them. There was a stream of red flowing down my sword, it hung at the end of the round-edged handle and then dripped steadily onto the man. I stood there for what could have been eternity, I could not contemplate what had just happened, and the pain of it was just too much to bear. I could have chosen to kill him, yes he was right he did deserve to die, but no more than I. I was pleased he was still alive and hoped that he could learn from his mistakes. Now I just wanted to be taken away and for this scene to end forever it did.
The Battlefield - Standing before God
