To reach Hades
You must first cross the river Styx
But it is not for free
You must pay but a token
For without which you are stranded
Forever a restless soul
Once before the court of Hades
You will be judged
Your deeds shall be weighed
If you do not fall short of the standard
You are granted rest in the fields of Elysium
But if you fall short of the standard
You are given up to Tartarus
For no deed goes with put repercussions
But I am not being weighed
I am the one holding the scale
I bear the star of Cancer
I banish the souls to their eternal home of torment
I am the one with the unshed years of pain
I am the one who never smiles
Nor do I laugh
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Thoughts
RandomA collection of thoughts running in the head of a depressed and bored teen. Random ideas and glimpses into the inner workings of such a mind. The hidden and unspoken words of sorrow, pain, curiosity and fantasy. Funny ideas to be played with later...
