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The next day was Sunday. And we all know what Sundays are for in a religion type of school. Luckily though, they don't force us to go. But I had to go today. I had to find some inspiration for my art class, and I find inspiration in religion. Don't ask me why, I just do. Its what people fight over, love, hate, devote their lives to, and a lot of myths come from it. Like. . . Vampires. Vampires are supposed to hate God, but I think thats wrong. Why would a vampire hate something when they have virtually no feelings at all and are basically a shell. Note, I am not asking a question, its more like one of those question riddles that aren't meant to be answered.
I have to admit though, even though I hate religion, the buildings and scenery they come up with a magnificent. Walking to the church I am surrounded by tall trees that hide me from the sun. The path is full of lush grass even though it is dry season and the bugs around here don't really bother me. Everyone else is throwing a fit though. Its a little annoying, no, really annoying when they say, "Eww!" and, "Oh my gawd! Can we get inside now before my shoes get too dirty!?"
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You know, I just realized something here. . . These people are creepy!! at first I didn't pay attention to them, but now that I am. . . Golly Gosh Godwin Jones! No wonder I thought everyone was nice! Oh well, as long as they leave me be I am good.
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For now. . .
Back to the path though, it really is beautiful. I find it beautiful because it is extremely old. I guess I should tell you all where we are, I told you I used to live in Nevada right? Well, thats in the United states for those of you who don't know. and right now, I'm in France. I guess I should have taken French instead of Italian when in the states, but its too late now. But, I love it here, it is just really peaceful and everything is so. . . perfect. I love the architecture they have here with their old relics. The church itself is supposed to be torn down soon because of how old it is. Its supposed to be dangerous, but its so beautiful that I hope it stays up forever. I am planning on painting the scenery of the church, which is why I'm here.
And I can't describe the beauty of the church, its just too perfect to even describe. The inside isn't even anything special compared to new churches. But to me, it is the most perfect thing ever. The paintings and tapestries are just, I am at a loss for words for them, but when I can describe them I hope I will be able to give you a good depiction.
Anyways, As soon as we got inside and I sat down I noticed that all of the choir boys in white gowns that were embroidered in gold. On the back of the gowns, there were golden winds, and in the front there were small golden flowers. It was cute, but not all that interesting. Most of the boys were little kids, ages seven to twelve and looked like they were to be having more respect than the minister person that led the whole congregation. The minister wore all black, and on some broken and old glasses that looked like they were made in the time of Ben Franklin. His hair was disheveled and if you stood too close you could smell garbage and some other very unpleasant things from him.
After the service, that long, boring service, I finally got to look around because everyone had left. A few of the choir boys were left and thier voices helped me in my time of need. I almost thought I could see them glowing from where they stood, there were some of those Good kids there, in the front, watching and smiling, the kids choir boys smiled back and I almost, just for a second, thought I saw a few of the Good kids have wings and the choir boys had wings too. Only, each person had one wing. I think the light might be messing with my eyes.
I walked over to one of the choir boys, I think his name was John. He was a red head and had freckles, I think he was ten. He stood out the most out of all of them because he looked just like one of the angels in the tapestry he was standing in front of. I wanted to ask him if I could use him in my painting, it would be nice to ask instead of just doing it and then having to burn it before the kid found out, you know?
"Umm...Excuse me, John right?" I asked as I was close enough to speak to him without having to shout. Not like I would have to with the echo ability in this place. He turned around with a shocked face and looked around as if I was dangerous. "Umm...I was wondering if I could use your look in a painting I am going to do in art class." He shook his head and ran off. Geez, choir boys are so insecure. I sighed and walked back towards school. Well, at least I can get started on my painting now.
 Beware-Mutated_Zombies · Thu Jun 26, 2008 @ 05:27pm · 0 Comments |
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