I sought redemption for errors made, for excessive application of truth foretold. The hypocrisy of the slicing God, the dicing God, the slithering worm across our barren lands. The mortal tales of merry men seeking their ultimate ends. Before them an unobtainable truth, a questionable truth yet unspoken all the same. I sought redemption for errors made, for lacking the courage of expression; in the now and every life I ever had endured. The burning cross high above, the embers of children playing; their scars, left by those unwanting and unloving, the bound and the unreleased, the tokens we commonly denounce as parents. I sought redemption for errors made, I took the stage and made my case, til death brought the curtains down.
