I present my charred and scarred soul to the man.
He tells me it is far too damaged to purchase. I plead that it may still hold hope for another more worthy.
He brushes me aside. I protest, that so much of the damage is at his own hand.
He laughs and says, "So it has been since the dawn of time." As I desend Heaven's stairs, I curse my creator for his weakness.
-Johnny V.
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