The depth of a mans soul cannot be measured in a matter 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 that I ushered myself past the town Tavern, bursting at the seams with the sounds of 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: Mon, 18 Nov 2013 18:21:01 +0000
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