/lit/ - Literature

The sound of my katana unsheathing pierced Pope Francis' ears. "Where's your god now, creaky old basterd? Pray to him, or do not - it doesn't matter for it is the same!" I laughed from the heart as did my blade as it cut into the bones of his neck, and shattering his ribs. Heh...nothing personal against you, papa... but against god? You bet it's personnel (if god exists, which he doesn't) !