The Retribution of Foolishness
Here I stand a broken soul. Broken by my own doing. I deserve what I have suffered and still suffer. But a beacon of hope has recently merged from my past. I hope that it will heal me. That she will gather the shattered pieces of my world and one day heal me. But I am so terrified that she will be a train sent by God to destroy these pieces that I have left and terminate the person I once was forever, for so much evil must not be allowed to survive. I hope she can save me from myself, but I also hope I can save myself from her. This is a struggle to survive and I know one more blow will finish the job The Father has begun in an effort towards my demise. Perhaps I will come out of this battle alive, but in a way...I hope not. Maybe I deserve to die. I have a habit of wearing my claws on my sleeves when I'm afraid. And I hurt people when they brush by me. Maybe someone so broken is best put out of their misery. Pray for me. Pray I live, pray I die, just pray. Pray to the Heavens, or pray to Hell. I don't care where you send me, just send me somewhere absolute. Make it certain. I'm so tired of being unstable. So send me somewhere where I know where and who I am.