Did you know I was once actually religous? Or I attempted it at least...When I was the age of sixteen I had just finally sent a man away to prison with the name of an Angel, Gabriel. He's a b*****d and still serving over twenty years...Anyways, the man who partaked in rescuing me from that living nightmare of three years was a forty-five year old named Thomas.
If you had any inclination of how I was at age sixteen and before, you know that I was a cussing pill popping little theif who didn't give a rat's a** about anyone. But...Thomas tried to change that. Thomas was religous and he wanted me to be religous too. I owed the guy, he saved me and was acting like the father I had never expected to get. So I tried his religon, I just wanted to make him proud.
I even went as far as to get baptised! How many of you know that? I would try to attend church on a regular basis but some of the older people there gossiped about me...And everytime I went I would only walk out after the service feeling more corrupted and tainted and low down then ever. I've come to realize how wretched religon makes me feel. Thomas chose a prayer espcially for me to say everyday at least once, want to hear it? Too bad, you are going to anyways.
O' holy angel that standeth by my wretched soul and my passionate life, forsake not me a sinner, nor shrink from me because of mine intemperance. Give no place for the cunning demon to master me through the violence of my mortal body, strengthen my poor and feeble hand, and guide me in the way of salvation. Yea, O holy angel of God, guardian and protecter of my wretched soul and body, forgive me all wherein I have offended thee all the days of my life; and if I have sinned during the past night, protect me during the present day and guard me from every temptation of the enemy, that I may not anger God by any sin. And pray to the Lord for me, that He may establish me in His fear, and show me, His servant, to be worthy of his goodness. Amen.
Try saying that everyday, I use to have it perfectely memorized, now I had to look out of my old red leather bound prayer book Thomas gave to me. I won't get started on the bowing.