The Lord has cast me out, has put ash in my mouth, all I have now are the treacherous memories of which I cling to. I have been cast out like a leper, and like a leper will I suffer amongst the damned. But it says that judge not, lest ye be judged, so may I not damn my tormentors? Or forgive them?
O Lord pity us poor sinners who are incapable of your eternal mercy, we who are incapable of feeling compassion on scales you do, O Lord pity us poor scoundrels who cannot see beyond their own suffering.
Pity us, o lord. pity us. And cast us into your fire, for it is in the act of roasting alive that we find your infinite mercy.
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