Sin's Revenge
Thrills
That which used to thrill me
has lost the excitement I needed to seek
an all consuming desire for the mighty green
dollar. Drives me now as it did with
my other passions. Cold and ruthless just
a memory of a time. That many
choose not to acknowledge. For the
timid and meek shall never inherit
the earth. A falling star as
the heavens begin to cry, for the
failings of the human race. I
lower my head in disgrace. Having been
slapped by reality. A shudder and a
sight escape at the grim future
that others shall have to live
the means shall bring the end
The end by the 3 horsemen:
Pestilence, Famine, War
-Sin-
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