Date: 12/2/2019
By Imetaphor
I live in a house on the ocean and I painfully recall that I've lusted, coveted, stolen, and murdered - two female acquaintances or neighbors, one named Dr. No and one named Dr. Nough (pronounced the same). I've hidden their remains in buckets in the boat house intending to sink them way out at sea. A visitor who suspects me comes and looks around but doesn't find anything. I try to think about repenting, but I'm preoccupied with disposing of the evidence, which I do. Now it's way in the future, maybe the judgement day and I'm on a big conveyor belt mentally preparing to give an account. I know I'm being given a new life but it's hard to have peace with what I've done.