100 Words

They've given me 100 words to either make my confession or damn my soul for eternity. It makes me want to stop all together, not give them the satisfaction. I'd like to take Hell over their smug superiority.

But that's the kind of attitude that got me in here to begin with. You'd think all the time alone would have given me a chance to mature, but it's always the same. I can never yield, even in the face of overwhelming odds.

So it's time to make a decision, but it seems that 100 words wasn't enough and now I've run out.