The depths of a mans soul can not be measured in a manor of meters and fathoms; but rather, it is in my opinion, only quantified by his proximity to heaven and hell. It was in such a state I ushered myself Passed the town tavern, bursting at the seams with the sounds laughter And drunken piano playing. Had it only been a different night, a Different place, a different kind of man passing by the threshold Of that innocent pub, the events that transpired at that point Would have undoubtedly been drastically different. I can only guess if Anyone outside that place had a clue when those exclamations of mirth became the Desperate screams of the helpless begging for their very lives
Posted on: Fri, 09 Aug 2013 04:09:54 +0000
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