There are some things we would rather not think about.
Some things we would rather forget.
Still we do when we least expect it.
We try to push away those times of sadness.
But for naught.
It overtakes us and surges through our beings.
Brings us to our knees and kicks us in the groin.
Then we stand and move on.
Feeling nothing but the Murmurs of Guilt.
For the things we have done.
To those we have loved.















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Tell a person that you're the Metatron and they stare at you blankly. Mention something out of a Charlton Heston movie and suddenly everybody is a theology scholar. -Dogma-
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