The hopelessness in my heart draws a vivid picture.
Souls of the wicked grow more commonly then the tears they create.
To obsess about the virtues of the unforgivable,
Is to become as they will you to be, as if a contracted illness.
To do as you will, to except the failures of others,
Is to free yourself of the pain they have laid before you.
You are of your own creed.
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