The thoughts of a mad wandering holy man trapped in the western world
As a younger man i committed many sins. Sins I knew I would have to pay for. I knew, even as I acted them out. Broken hearts and bones. Bruises bodies and egos. Torn spirits and families. Despicable things, and all with a smile. I knew i would have to pay. For the wages of sin is death.
I thought I would be an old man when the ghost of christmas past came to collect on the scrooge. I thought i would have lived a long life of grace, and then with a single blow be struck down. Struck down as a fat old man. But alas… revenge is a fruit to be plucked when it is sweetest.
And man was life sweet…
How far I fell.
How fast I fell.
How hard and cold the earth beneath me.
Have I not suffered enough. I contemplate those sins daily now. I relive them all. I reprimand myself daily. My meditations are ever so sorrowful.
I thought I’d be an old man… fat and drunk. But the wages of sin is death.
And a young man without love in his heart is dead