“Hey, I didn’t mean anything.”

what purpose did forgiving transgressions serve ? who is deemed worthy of said forgiveness, and who was not ? in those tired eyes of his, none are deserving of a relented pursuit, none should be spared from the ire and anguish he would bring upon them. twisted, decaying forms lumber forward, aggressive, some with ax in tow. wire slithers throughout their forms, infesting fetid eye sockets and piercing rotting flesh of limbs. yet, he stands amidst them, calmed, almost soothed by their rasps of pain. surrounded by his work ; what was another body to the collective.
‘ … run while you can. if they don’t capture you?
i will.’
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