9:57 p.m. - Sun enters 28� Aquarius, Anno IVxvi
Father Damian tastes Heaven
Pressing his teeth harder and harder against his bottom lip, a restraint from completely giving in. He was out and about, amoung the peering eyes, worst than that feeling when you're before God. Naked in his sin, as if they all knew, but how could they? they can't, but their eyes say the opposite. Oh what tragedy, that of Father Damian's. That which he fights with day and night.

He was living a life of solitude, and the rituals became almost automatic, meanigless, but it was all he knew. Then figures started appearing at the church which stirred the poor father's mind, throwing everything he held dear into a blender mixed passion and lust, with deception and mistrust, with Satan and Jesus Christ. He found himself inside the church, helplessly, fighting with this rut.

Circumstances forbade the kiss from those ruby lips, which he strongly desired. How he fought with his lust for those lucious hips, which he wanted to grab so bad. And each time the though even entered his mind, he would cut up his arm and pray to God, that this Demon one day be gone. But how could he hope to expel something that he enjoyed so much? Because every night, when his mind was weak and his body exhausted, he gave into sin, just a little bit. With each stroke he rode further and further into hell, though by this time, it fell a lot like heaven, to the poor father.
A harlot's touch seemed better than Heaven's caress. Scabbed lips could communicate love a whole lot better than Mother Superior's meanigless kiss to the cheek. Large limbs wrapped around his kneck... he all of the sudden didn't feel repressed. And all of his desire which had been built up, was released, in one big explosion...everywhere, including his face!
He couldn't contain his insane laughter, because he finally got a taste of Heaven, after going so deep into hell. He licked his lips and said, Amen.