I saw a documentary on the death of a boy named Even Scott Perry. I apologize to his family if my writing seems harsh, but I was inspired by his story, and this is just how i feel.
The pews are filled with black. Lines of broken hearts, silent sobs. In the front of the church stands a priest in white, and red. He reads from a book, words of comfort. A boy has died. His family cries. It was a suicide. His funeral, in a Catholic church…such hypocrisy. How can that priest say he is in a better place? He is at peace. He is with the lord and savior. Words of comfort for his family. Lies to himself. In a Catholic church a funeral for a boy who committed suicide. He is in hell that boy, according to this priest, contradicting what he says. According to his Bible, “God’s holy word” condemns that boy for his pain. The pews are filled with black. Lines of broken hearts, and silent sobs. In the air: grief and hypocrisy. As in life, death is not fair.
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