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Sinful Agony

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You are in despair?

Maybe it is desperation.

You are desperate for the limelight, and eager to occupy the centre stage, where all the eyes will be upon you, and the façade you will wear at that time, will buy every emotions, running through the veins of those people.
We cannot call it fake, because you never had anything real. The dirty little games, the lust and the adrenaline rush of the moment pulls you more in, in the cage of your own sins. You never ever pause to look back at those innocent lives you destroyed, yet you are the mightiest to survive among them.

What are you seeking for?

The power of destruction or the power of redemption?

You float in your success, not even afraid of sinking in.
You are the god in your satiric world.
Soon your mind is in agony. The limelight and the centre stage have long gone, and all that remains is the skeleton of your deceptive success.
The sins of your deed chases you like a ghost day and night, and this is when your soul cringes away from the light into the darkness, where you can feel the demon’s heavy breath cold on your face.

“Do you feel afraid?”
“The fear of uncertainty?”



                                                                  - AMEN -
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