Janus Farron: Exodus
Memories are like sharp daggers in my back.
They replay through my mind like the ever turning pages of time, allowing me to only see the “what could have been”.
A future once illuminated, now darkened and consumed by hate and failure

The dagger which killed me is a blackened ugly thing.
Composed of my closest friends and family.
The armor that should have saved me was trust, but it rusted and fell to pieces long ago.

Now I ride in this new world with my head held high.
With regret as my steed, and she never tires.
The cobblestone path we follow is my faith, which crumbles beneath us with each step we take.

My world is now a song of vengeance.
Doubting any chance for Penitence.
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