his final days

A man of unshakable deep solid faith he refused to brush his teeth eat well or bathe. For more than a few years he lived in this way and cared not for lowly mundane day-to-day or what to his mind were mere petty concerns until of a sudden his insides did burn. It was an large ulcer that ate at his guts that made him act crazy mad psycho and nuts that made him to rethink his blind dedication to the thought that he could not be touched by such foul consternation. He then changed his diet and started to wash but could only sit back and suffer and watch as his past decisions did haunt and mistreat his every motion on endless repeat. He cursed then the god that he had once but praised and lived out in agony his final days and went to his rest still with spite in his soul – he who had let arrogance wreak its harsh toll.

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