confessions of a roman excecutioner

It's been more than a week... i still can't get it off my mind. It truly isn't something i can boast about.
What rung in the corners of my cerebrum that deep silent night after the incident wasn't triumphant shouts going " I slayed the mighty beast that once lurked the swamps of Teggidi!!!" or "the King of spain's daughter accepted my proposal" neither was it the jolly phrase "My apple tree bore apples!" but rather it was a sorrowful guiltfilled cry..."i manhandled an innocent Micky". Yes i did.
I know what i did is'nt something to boast about as it was the ultimate act of weakness. In all strength of my species of genus i allowed myself to pick on a lower class being... an almost harmless creature... a creation that in its frailty brought so much joy and magic to little deprived children all over the face of the earth...a being that brought hope to the hopeless with it's irritating but still soothing squeeky voice... yes(angry)... yes(sad)... yes(desperate) i am ashamed.
I heard confession is good for the soul so here i post the incident that still haunts me.
It began with the ringing of the bell signifying it was biology period. my class and i got ready to adjourn to the Lab where the most devious and evil day of our lives awaited us. As i took a step into the bio lab the scent of stale antisceptics being mopped onto the table filled the air and entered my nasal cavity and thus the receptors transfered nerve impulses to my brain which in turn deciphered the electric impulses into the word DISASTER! for the first time walking into the lab didnt feel like it... it felt like walking thru the gateway with the word MURDER 101 (written on a decaying plank with blood) hung on it.
Then she appeared... my bio teacher. She said we could not carry on with the planned process, there was murmuring but as we spoke the delivery man came and our plan was sent flying back on track. The man walked in to the lab in his tight blue jeans, chequered shirt, tobacco pipe and high leather boots. And in his huge gruff hands was a huge cage... in it lined the victims all naked and oblivious to their fate. He chose a few of the victims grabbing them forcefelly and putting a black plastic bag over their faces NOT to help them ease their torture by taking away one of their sense BUTto inflict more pain by replacing the reality of what was about to happen to them with hallucinations so horrible that only one in that sad situation could comprehend. Then he did it with a chloroform filled cotton wool he druged each of them to a dimension where they would only be able to feel the pain but not make a single sound or complain about it.a chamber of torture in one's own body! At that spur of the moment we 5 "BUDIMANS" jubilated with the hitman!
As the innocent lives scampered for their survival, we could see their guiltless eyes pleading their case against us... huh... what could we do? Didn't the survivor of the fittest theory justify our actions? The dominant race wins!!! Five minutes was all it took to end a life that was made thru a longer and much more complicated process. It was murder in it's most cruel form. Then each of us took one of these brain dead but not nerve dead so called lower classlings ( now i know it's very confusing up to this point and i really really hope u dont think we murdered the students from the second and third class since i am talking so much about classes... i know i'm blabbing... maybe it's my emotions... maybe it's SPM... maybe it's guilt (confused)... guilt(sad)...guilt (guilty).)
Then still controlled by our greed and inhumanity we each took for ourselves one creature, a knife, a garderner's scissors, a glove, a mask, a chopping board and a dynamite. Following the instructions of our master we pinned the limbs of the now pain-stricken beings to the huge chopping board with a nail of a radius 2cm and which area keeps increasing with time... u can calculate the rate of change with differentiation. And due to our lack of experience we slit a long line from his bladder to his throat.... then we sliced of the sticky layer thet joins your epidermis to your dermis and then sliced the dermis open once more from the bladder till the throat! Pulling and pinning sides of his skin to the board we all laughed with excitement but learnt not to laugh again because the smell that this decaying being was releasing was too unbearable. Many of the once valliant looking warriors of man fell to their defeat in this process but my freinds and i carried on taking a deep breath from the other side of the class and then turning back to continue on with the process of torture for as long as our lungs contained usable oxygen before repeating the breathing process again.
ONCE we managed to slit open the dermis we saw all of his internal organs arrayed in such an orderly and vulnerable fashion inviting us to temper with it... and so we did. the first organ for us to extract was the colon which looked like a huge brown prawn only spongier. we then pulled out his small intestine and spread it around him... a form of ancient mockery... as if he wasn't undergoing enough pain. But we were too engrossed to stop so we carried on. The liver, kidneys, ribcage, stomach were next... and then came his still pounding heart which we plucked out as if we were plucking an apple from a peach tree some other groups were so estatic at the sight of blood that they proceeded to try to break through the skull to venture further into his brain but it was not to be as God had given him a strong skull. It's funny how i can still mention God at this point but it's mindblowing how God can forgive anyone including a wreck like me.
as we approached the end of MURDER 101 my friend found a spot where if poked with a knife would produce a short reflexive movement of one of his limbs and so we all played in his folly. once we were done extracting and playing with all the organs it was time to clean up... my friends were still playing with the empty skinned body of the victim taking pictures and all... but as for me guilt started to take over. It's funny how we can sin and not feel anything until after what's done is done so the next time u're bout to sin... stop and think. As we got ready to leave thr lab, we saw each of the manhandled victims thrown into a black plastic bag that once contained their last breaths.
With blood splattered all over the walls and with the looming shaddows of the lab assistants coming out with their mops ever so mechanically the smell of the air now teamed with the same scent of antisceptic that we sensed when we entered. But this time my brains deciphered another word. As if my own mind was mocking me the words spelt out clearly for me to see... M..U..R..D..E..R..E..R..!!
I needed someone to take away mu guilt but how could i find confide and comfort in the shoulders of the people who have committed the same crime as i have? So i now overwhealmed by guilt confess not hoping for judgement but for love and forgiveness. will i ever be forgiven for the things i did the day i manhandelled an innocent micky...
i will never know

p/s; we found out that the rat was acctually an eunuch as it had no reproductive organs... must have been an eunuch... not the ethiopian one though.
btw forgive my spelling errors and my gramatical mistakes... stay tuned for more mishaps from the bio lab. till then...