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Dear Godess,

Forgive me for what I am about to write. You may see it as an act against you but I can assure you it was not. This morning I have stained my hands in the blood of a human. I look back at it now and wonder why I did it. This person had ment nothing to me. I knew him not but I knew he was going to die.

I was just walking through the park. It was very early. I watched the sun rise up and brighten the trees. He came at me from behind. He knocked me down and I hit the ground hard. It was a boy, about my age. He had a knife in his hand and a greedy look on his face. I tried to get up but he kicked me and demanded my money. I told him I had none but he didnt believe me. He jerked me up and I kicked him in the balls. He fell and I grabbed for his knife. He tried to get up and come at me but I stabbed him in the chest. I pulled out the knife and stabbed him again and again. His face went blank and he sank to the ground. He was dead. I tossed the knife into the creek nearby and ran home.

I suppose I killed him because I was afraid. Yet as I looked at his face I realized something. I took some delight in killing him. The rush of watching his life seep away by my doing was amazing. If I could go back, I suppose Id do it again. Some say killing is wrong, and maybe it is. Yet to kill a sinner, its like doing the world a favor. I watched the news. No suspects yet. Probably some gang thing. I smile to myself and wonder what they would think if they new the truth. In a way Im sorry but then again Im not. He deserved it.