𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒, 𝑃𝑎𝑝𝑎 𝐸𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑠 𝐼𝐼𝐼
A cold and rainy day it was and the Third couldn’t help but sigh at how miserable it was making him, usually, he wouldn’t mind it but today...something felt different and he felt uneasy. Left wandering the halls silently, no one around to keep him company, the only noise that was heard was the clicking of his well shun shoes on the tile floor. His last thoughts were about what he was going to do next, having been in charge for quite some time now, little did he know what was to become of him within the next few minutes...
After a few minutes, it wasn’t just his foot steps he heard; a pause. They stopped when he did, and a sudden feeling of dread came over him...what happened to his brothers...it can’t happen to him too? Right? Taking a deep breath, he continued walking until the footsteps started to trouble his mind, was he to look? What would happen?
The anxiety of not knowing overcame him as he soon took a deep breath and turned on his heel to see who was following him, only to be greeted by a cold, metal blade that swept his head clean off of his body...his head falling to the floor with a soft bump as his body slowly followed after...
I'm crucified
Crucified like my Savior
Saintlike behavior
A lifetime I prayed
Rest in peace, sweet Papa. . .
