She whispers her catechisms,
Crosses her chest,
And closes her eyes,
Strictly adhering to Catholicism
As she makes one last request,
Before she noiselessly dies,
Assaulting the attraction of Atheism
With ceaseless zest
And spirited supplications to the skies.
A true testament to conviction.
No plea escapes her lips,
As aggressors hold a gun to her head.
Even in the face of such affliction,
She conjures to mind only The Scripts,
Reciting to herself the Words which she once read.
This is no work of fiction.
To the ground she slowly slips.
Recourse refused, she lies dead.
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