A man sits in torment, drowning in pain and fear, never to know the joy of peace. A night of pleasure. A night of Hell. An eternity of agony awaits for one so foolish as to tempt the fates. For he knows well the flesh may succumb, but the soul shall never have peace.
Always must torment rule. No rest can one find. For crimes so vile, perhaps even the Devil would cast such as him out into the void, and then even the soul must die. For you see, death is the most tempting of all sins.
No retribution or punishment can come near to atonement. So you see, to escape the agony he feels every second of every day; to inflict death upon himself would bring him nothing, but nothing is better than what he faces now. For his pride and honor are gone, so a cowards escape would mean nothing but no more pain.
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 10:55 PM UTC
A man sits in torment, drowning in pain and fear, never to know the joy of peace. A night of pleasure. A night of Hell. An eternity of agony awaits for one so foolish as to tempt the fates. For he knows well the flesh may succumb, but the soul shall never have peace.
Always must torment rule. No rest can one find. For crimes so vile, perhaps even the Devil would cast such as him out into the void, and then even the soul must die. For you see, death is the most tempting of all sins.
No retribution or punishment can come near to atonement. So you see, to escape the agony he feels every second of every day; to inflict death upon himself would bring him nothing, but nothing is better than what he faces now. For his pride and honor are gone, so a cowards escape would mean nothing but no more pain.
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