The sentence was already made when the act was committed. A fool. A criminal. Judged, sentenced, guilty. Caught red handed. The crime that cannot be undone. Accepted decision. Locked away in exile. The mind holds no leniency. No mercy. A hand's gentle touch on the shoulder is the likeness of a sharp kick in the ribs. Do not complain or despair. Feel the sharp, throbbing ache on every rib. The bones vibrate and the flesh pulsates. Take it. Its necessary. The wanted pain helps subside the guilt. The affliction makes it better. A conscious to bleed. The pain becomes a need.
Nothing worse than seeing those tears shed. Watching them all cry. Knowing that you're at fault for the spearing. How can one live knowing they jabbed that blade into a loved one's heart? A defender become sadistic murderer. That pain is worse than a fist, kick, cane, whip, stone, blade, or flame. So clench your fist. Bite down on your tongue. Shut your eyes. Tense that body and take that excruciating pain. You've earned it.
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