Everything I see and touch turns to ashen pain and dust.
Holy hells and dreaded dreams, the past of incinerated hopes haunts me.
Well maybe I used to be a cynical cow or a skeptical snake. For whatever remarks I make sound like beastial sounds unfriendly to the human ears.
Oh heck.
What I see is what I deserve and what I experience is an explosion of a speck of whatever I inflicted upon others before.
Well, meow.
Even the cat knows better.
To learn from one’s mistake is just easier on one’s soul than tormenting remorse.
Paws out.
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