Herein lies the default of failure for most. From whence comes the horror of such loneliness also comes the drastic and lewd thought of denial. Nowhere, on Earth or in Heaven, is there such a void of gentle thought as in the heart. I long for a pining of better days, and a sense of the majesty to come; but fear for the sanguine parchment that refuses my mind rest.
Could it be said that the violence has been exterminated and that the feral thoughts had finally run their wicked course, I would be free. Not from any terrestrial plane or safe harbor leading, once again, to the ineffable closure of discontinued existence, but a tiny, shining heart beating from a perfect and holy body.
To this I reply that only the fallen can regain their feet, for the lesson lies in learning, and perhaps nothing is more important than the answer to this question:
"Would not the world be a better place without my self in it?"
To this I reply that only the fallen can regain their feet, for the lesson lies in learning, and perhaps nothing is more important than the answer to this question:
"Would not the world be a better place without my self in it?"
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