you instinctively feel a slow primal fear creeping up on and in you... your having the start of a tiny panic attack, remember panic "is a killer of weary decrepit Hearts"...
Old men die in panic mostly, or trying to have sex with a younger woman and realising his erection, may have cost him, his life...
blood aint flowed that much since your mother died...
Misery is just a mouthful away... as you chew that tasty green pepper... a voice only you can hear... appears in your inner ears...
"Excuse me Sir, very sorry to interrupt your cosy evening, but dear fellow, it is "Time to die" not tomorrow but tonight, thats it; your done; cooked and booked... there is no Bail for Hotel Morgue...
after the pain you are about to feel you will be re-allocated to a new field of existence... sorry about your date... she will live to fornicate again... but your dick has inverted back into your body... farewell you wanna be porn star... who went too far... in an old Car...
the shadow of Death is upon us all even at the happiest moments we can feel and remember... it is the sudden loss of normality and comfort that really tears you apart...
the loss of one you loved and didn't fully appreciate, only too late to languish on the Cross with Jesus Christ himself, failed and impaled... like the low born sinner waster you is, are, was... will ever be...
how do you re-boot a soul to a fully cleansed state of equilibrium... it is the very riddle of existence, your personal Morality really matters... dont mention redemption; your impending torment is like a burn that cold water will never relieve... at times like that suicide seems like a reasonable Honorable alternative...
but your too Yellow to be a Hero...
no amount of begging or Praying will change anything...
you are officially Eviscerated (gutted like a fish)
4ever... space is so big there is plenty of room for nobody...
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