Sacred Heart

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Your wife and child are now with god.

Fuck you.

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I heard my wife and child are with you.

Can I speak with them?

I can't hear you.

Hmm.

Welcome.

Clever. Excuse me?

Something for everyone.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Why are you here?

I want to speak with her.

That's not what I do.

Well, then you can't help me.

Do you have something that belonged to her?

An object of some kind?

An accident.

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How long since your last confession?

You go first.

- Pardon me? - I will, but...

First your sins.

What's the matter, my son?

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I'm listening.

Are you sure it was him?

He reported his car stolen.

Hey!

I just asked you a fucking question.

Are you sure it was him?

Would you like to join your wife?

Get lost.

Idiot.

J when can we expect to be friends? J

j when will this longing for you ever end? J

j just between you and me j

j don't feel my heart will ever be free j

j you keep breaking... j

J yes, I tempt people to see j

j my favorite pictures of you and me j

j I blew a kiss and I let you go j

j the price was high...

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J we stock all your favorite toxins j

j blended nectars for sweet-toothed assassins j

j cocktails of my own concoction

j poisons of divine prescription j

j all these things are yours for the asking j

j kill or the cure to these 21st century blues j

j I'm feeling good j

j I'm feeling good j

j I'm feeling strained and smoking chained and choking j

j finger-licking pistol-whipping good j

j stop the clocks, slip the leash off your keeper j

j hell is deep, lord, but we're heading deeper j

j trade your flesh and bone, you'll give up your very soul

j in a quest to quench the unquenchable, sate the insatiable j

j stay the inevitable fall j

j I'm feeling good j

j I'm feeling good j

j I'm feeling strained and smoking chained and choking j

j finger-licking pistol-whipping good j

j words are stirring in your mouth j

j hatchlings underneath your tongue j

j kill them young j

j kill them young j

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Ask and ye shall receive. Search and ye shall find.

Knock and the door shall be opened for you.

Is it me that is not knocking hard enough

or is there no one home?

I know men that have never prayed to you once and yet you gave them everything.

I have prayed to you every day since I was a child.

And what have you given me?

You sent me to that lovely place where they cared for me...

In your name.

In your name.

For nothing in heaven or on earth happens without your permission or knowledge.

But I continued to pray and...

And you sent me more of those loving people.

And now you take away the only person that ever loved me.

The only person I ever trusted.

That I... cannot forgive.

You, sir, have been complicit in an awful lot of crimes.

You know what I believe now?

Either you do not care or you do not exist.

I'm sorry.

I know it's not your fault. No.

It's the devil's fault.

It's your fault.

It's your fault.

You can't get involved, god,

otherwise you'll be cancelling our free will.

You can't stop innocent people being killed.

You're not a cop.

So what's the lesson for today?

It's not the ceiling's fault, it's your fault!

It's not the ceiling's fault, it's your fault!

If I'm so small and insignificant,

why do you spend all of your time messing with a nobody like me?

Why is the prince of darkness spending eternity

messing with a nobody like me?

You know what?

Why don't you come on up?

Why don't you just come on up and we'll get it on right now?

Show yourself!

Come on! Show yourself!

What the hell are you doing here?

The door was open.

I know you didn't mean what you said today, Robert.

Then you don't know me.

Don't fuckin' touch me!

You hear? Keep your hands to yourself.

I understand your anger.

Get out.

I'm not leaving you in the state you're in, Robert.

That's not legal, father.

It's trespassing.

I can't read god's mind, and I can't always explain his ways.

Then do us all a favor and keep your mouth shut and let me grieve in peace.

It seems your god takes all the good people

and leaves the assholes behind.

Whether your wife was good or not is irrelevant.

What did you say?

If she was a bad woman, would you have objected to god taking her?

What are you saying about my wife?

- Don"t lose your faith, Robert. - Too late.

I buried it today.

And with it... l buried god too.

How's your faith, father?

Do you practice it?

Now the other cheek.

I said give me the other cheek!

What do you feel, father?

Pain?

Anger?

Revenge?

I forgive you.

I don't want your forgiveness!

I want your honesty!

Hit me!

Come on, hit me!

When a man escapes certain death,

you claim it's a miracle,

and when another man doesn't, you say his time has come.

You have an answer for everything.

All you know is to say warm and fuzzy words every Sunday,

collect some cash and make excuses for god.

Fuck you.

You had a funeral today, Robert.

So did I.

I have a funeral almost every day.

I'd rather rip my heart out than try to comfort people.

What would you say to a mother

who has lost her 15-year-old daughter to rape and murder?

What do you say to such a mother?

What would you say?

That... she'll never see her child again?

That her daughter does not exist anymore?

Even in heaven?

Is that what you would say?

I thought so.

I feel their pain, and I suffer

because my words are inadequate.

Some people find strength in them.

They find hope.

They may be warm and fuzzy words,

but what is so terrible about what we do every Sunday?

A few tired souls gathering to reflect on a 2000-year-old story

of a magnificent man...

Who said something quite extraordinary and revolutionary.

Love your enemy.

Forgive your enemy.

Is that so bad?

As for the cash, I just ask for a few lazy coins,

so I can feed some poor bastards

whose life is a hell of a lot worse than yours, Robert.

I tell you, it's hell out there

and you need faith and courage and character to face it.

If they can crucify a man who healed the sick and claimed to be the son of god,

what do you think they'll do to you out there, Robert?

In this life, you will either be a victim or a perpetrator.

And if you are lucky, there'll be moments when you are neither.

Well, I guess I'm both today, your holiness...

I never claimed a priest doesn't sin.

I'm flesh and blood, and I have to battle like all flesh.

I have the same temptations like all men.

The same dick like all men.

And I battle the same desires and demons.

I struggle to master my passions.

I don't always win. But I fight.

Behold the messenger of god!