There are a lot of things, I couldn’t handle, we were all built, to play out our characters, do our jobs, function, as the night sky asks us, of course, if we do our work, there will be a reward, but some things, that the heavens, have subjected humanity to, it would give me nightmares, the intensity, the cruelty, the righteous judgement, for blasphemy, for demonic selfishness, for forbidden sin, a lot of these struggles, are as they should be, there is a price, for everything, heaven, goes to the deserving, sometimes that means, an eternity of suffering, a lot of this, could be the result, of incorrect thinking, the river flowed, and it was just a misunderstanding, but after we’ve tasted the fruit, the produce, of our heavy labour, would we dare go back, and say, we would have preferred to avoid it, you’ve tasted it on your lips, the maturity, of your effort, this life, would you rather say, you didn’t want to live it, questions, imperfection allows infinity, there is a long road ahead, when the fruit passes before your eyes, take a bite, lick the flower petals, oh forsaken undead, must you live this life without a fire, let me put the tip in, long life to you thane.

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