Pissed On Your Grave Again

You were the head minister at the church, and acted like you were the big man on campus. My father told me you came from a rich family and were used to getting whatever you wanted, and it showed. My mother worked at the church school for 50 years and I couldn't find anyplace it ever showed her getting a raise. You got a new car every year. You were never at work, always had appointments to ever see you. I got forced to go have a "private meeting" with you, and you lied to my face repeatedly. Nobody knew what OCD was back then, but I kept track of everything in my life. When theologically challenged by me as a teen, you failed in the most miserable fashion in knowing even the slightest about the subject. I quoted your own sermon back to you to drive home the point. Then I never set foot in a church again you asshole.

A few years back I went to visit the graves of my grandparents, and accidentally saw yours there. I got out of the car and went to check if it was yours, and it was. All fancy and sticking up in an area where most of the monuments were smaller by graveyard rules. Dead and still showing off. But it makes your plot so much easier to find. When I go visit my family, when life has been crap when somebody gets in my face over my personal beliefs...I go piss on your grave. It's been a number of years, but finally the area has taken on the smell of urine. Enough to be offensive. It's the best way anyone could remember the crap you pulled on your fellow man while you were alive.

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Rev Jim Revenge November 18, 2019 at 2:11 pm 2 0