Date: 11/23/2019
By Yorkistgirl
I had a terrible nightmare. I was in my own funerals and the priest who was speaking beside of my coffin told awful lies about me. My mother was crying her eyes out when she heard that how unstable I was in mentally and how that priest had tried to save me, but I was beyond of his help. I had become an animal who had died by accident. And when my coffin was taken out from the chapel the grave diggers had made too small tomb for me and people had to jump on the coffin to stuff it in. After that the spineless man came and demanded the coffin to be removed because it was on the area which was booked for the parish workers only. I was so upset that I left. Then I went to that priest's house and asked what does God do to the liars? The priest just laughed and mocked me. Then I saw old memories coming back how that man had mentally abused me and my husband when we were kids. I was filled by the rage and I felt King Richard passing his sword to my hand and with a single slash I sliced that priest's throat open.