"None of us know our end, really...
Or what hand will guide us there.
A king may move a man.
A father may claim a son.
That man can also move himself.
And only then, does that man
truly begin his own game.
Remember, how so ever
you are played...
or by whom,
Your soul
is in your keeping alone...
Even though those who presume
to play you be kings or men of power.
When you stand before God,
You cannot say...
But I was told by others to do thus...
or that virtue was not
convenient at the time.
This will not suffice.
Remember that."
- JoinedSeptember 20, 2016
Sign up to join the largest storytelling community
or
Story by shar vind
- 1 Published Story
The Forest Of Emotions
85
0
2
Bitterness is realities medicine for those plagued by delusion
#5 in wordsunspoken
See all rankings