Welcome to the end of the world I created for my preconceived hypothetical audience. Let it be known, I come bearing sin like a vindictive pariah eager to spray paint graffiti on the cross that split the soul from the flesh of the righteous God Son...
Condemned to suffocate in saturation, agony is not new to me. I came into existence carrying the sins of my father and his Father before him, safe to say I was a victim of accumulated debt I knew nothing of. How tragic and interesting....but then again the death of an unsung hero is
A common tale we all are familiar with...
The price for freedom is too expensive...What form of reparation is sufficient to settle the debt of Transgression?
Perhaps eternal torment for finite crimes of passion perpetrated for the sole purpose of appeasing the soul that was subjected to war before it entered the world?
Refrain from speaking to me as if gravity applies, better yet dub me a mural painter fascinated by pathetic aesthetics, sad to admit I do dabble in peasantry...gambling with the gift of the Gods, Do know... this liberty was paid for in blood.
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