My Conscience is creaking like an old sail boat in a boiling Sea of impending judgement.. before the Spanish inquisition.. O to be a fresh Soul again like a child who has not felt the fear of evil, Like Roosevelt said to the Nation, "about the Fear of fear itself".. the fear of being found out and burnt at the stake, with flames of hate lapping up your melting flesh..
Fear of unknown repercussions.. fills the chest with panic, like a Jew in the Gas chamber, when all you want to do is fight to breathe.. What a price is to be paid for the Blood of the Good, to feed the Bowels of the Evil... Pigging out on the desperate excess of bad habits and self satisfaction.. is the core of Shakespeare's elemental dichotomies of the soul.. as described in Macbeth, Hamlet, and Lear...
Artery's filled with burning magma, and the disintegration of the body and mind itself.. the fear of Death is not as great as the fear of life.. to a coward who must dies a thousand deaths... and that Death by a drowning Soul forever in purgatory being revived only to be tortured all over again.. the endless cycle of the Damned..
the plain stupidity and vanity of a selfish soul consuming itself with cold hard fear, that leaks into your marrow.. and eats its way through your heart, and kills the future with an endless dread of eternal empty tomorrows...
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Yep.. You could say this has been a pretty bad day..
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