Only God Can Judge Me #2pac Novels & Stories

The priest didn’t look like he would ever let me go. I stared at the man in front of me, rather young and good looking. I guess he would bust me out of here in secret…“But I don’t have anything…” “Well, how disappointing.” He clicked his tongue and sighed, “I won’t be coming to your punishment.” He began to walk away when I got a surge of confidence. “Do you not fear God?” I exclaimed, my voice full of desperation, “You’re going to kill an innocent person!” He stopped and smirked, “There’s no greater god than wealth and gold.” He didn’t look back at me though, “That’s how it always is.” He spared me a brief glance, “That’s just how life is.”

There was something about her that kept tugging at him but he had to be detached and do his work or he would lose all his clients. 'Mr. Chapman, you had accused me of being insane. I had been expecting you to take back that comment because since you have been speaking to me, you would have confirmed if I was insane or not. Now you are accusing me of being a nymphomaniac. What basis do you make the accusation or do you just accuse people randomly fir your entertainment?'

“It's okay granny, life teach us lessons in different ways, I was never a good person either, I've also wrong someone who put her trust in me in the past, I wrong her to the point that I'm sure it almost destroy her life her family and her career, so I think the universe is also going to punish me before giving me a happy ending but as for when or how or even in which form that the punishment would come I don't know but one thing is that I'm ready to face hardships just to prepare myself for my good days, I never know that I would fall in love again after what happened to me, but what I do hope for is that I meet her again and for me to be able to pay for my past mistakes” “You're such a goo

I said and straighten my clothes. I won't even give in to them and their psychotic minds. I won't even admit to them that I am Jenna. No, I will never give them satisfaction. I may have been taught the ways and teachings of God but that doesn't take away the fact that I am also human. A human with feelings. "When are you going to accept that you are Jenna?" he asks shaking his head in disapproval. I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell."

Is it to spite me? "ENOUGH!" I looked up. Eyes on Anubis. His hands clenched into a fist. Everyone who talks shut their mouth. Then he looked at them. "Who are you to judge her?" His voice was cold and deadly. His words rouse hidden anger. "You see, Ukiyo is more special than all of you. She's nowhere to be compared. And her voice is godly gifted."

He gave them money too, and some of them actually came back. But that part of him that saw through his pathetic bravado would always condemn him. He was sick, sick in the head, an aberration. “I hear judgment in your voice, father,” he said. “Judgment is of God, and God alone.” “Yet you judge me.” “I do not, don. Speak.”

Mark became so comfortable and confident that he began rhythmically nodding his head to the club dj's Latin hip-hop mash-up of Daddy Yankee, De La Ghetto and Vico C. There was a sinister reason behind why 2Pac wasn’t fighting back. He was scanning Mark’s suit to see if he could find any integrity violations. The metal soldier went through his database of past prisoners he executed, and he searched for the cleanest and most efficient way to kill Mark.

“As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…I take a look at my life, and realize there's nothin' left…'Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long…That even my momma thinks that my mind is gone….But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it…Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of…You better watch how you talkin' and where you walkin’…Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk…I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc…As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke…Fool, I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like…On my knees in the night, sayin' prayers in the streetlight…Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Been spendin' mos

Giving that to Mara gives me that small measure of comfort I know I'll never get to experience. “Alright,” I say and clap my hands together. “You have your orders. Get going.” “Uhm, excuse me, Johnathan,” Patrick says. “I don’t have any orders.” “You can pray, Father,” I reply with a smile. “You say no human weapon is stronger than your God. I believe you. Pray.” “Yes, I will certainly pray, but my God also commands us to work for what we want. Prayer is not enough. I have to do my part also.”

HE’S NOT JUST A PSCHO JUDGE, HE’S JUST MIGHT BE A KILLER JUDGE! BUT DAMN AM TOO YOUNG TO DIE! 𝑬𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆!