Thinking long and hard that I shall never look into his eyes again. The loss of my soul in knowing the man-child. The lessons of hate and betrayal that taught me how to stand tall and never look back. Only once in my life this valuable lesson. That I ever had to suffer through it all confuses. Praying nightly for redemption from the cold memories. Frostbite on the tip of my tongue ready to answer to the one whom answers only to Lucifer. No sorrow for his fake life that he portrays to others. I know the truth ... I hear the truth. My heart hears his cries at night. Well deserved for all the cruelty the life has caused others. Pity? I dare not say he would deserve the luxury. A little more torment may lead him to know the God inside of him. More battle with the beast shall bring him to his knees and then the thoughts from the wounded souls will be heard. On a dark night the message will be accepted of the true path and then the flash of goodness that lies dormant inside will long to make peace with the world. Then and only then will destiny shine a true light to awaken God within the concrete walls of self-loathing.
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