Why was I so confused? It's all so easy.

Your repentance will come as it may, You have one minute to say what is to say, One minute to beg, barter, persuade and pray, Because today shall be your final day. Down on your knees dog, pay the proper respect, Acknowledge the Lord of Hell, for you failed the test, For all the sins committed, you will pay the price, Each punishment shall see you wail and cry. Mark my words boy, burn you shall, All the demons in the underworld I coral, Shall see your absolution to the Sisters of Time, You will live through every one of your crimes. Engulfed in flames you will see the light, You can't look away, try as you might, When fire turns to ashes, none of you is left, Gone with the wind, a secret forever kept. Your remains stare at me through the hot coals, It is simply my job to guide the disturbed souls, Burning to ash was your destiny, not my choice, I couldn't save you from the pain, couldn't raise my voice. It breaks away a piece of my heart every time I do this, You hadn't

The shy contrast in ambitions of the masquerading sleeper cells is something we don't generally talk about. It is a grave mistake on the part of the society, on us as citizens. Now, I suspect some of you are wondering what it even means, if I'm talking about terrorism. And I am, to a certain extent, referring to terrorism, but not on a national level or even state level, I'm talking about the personal levels of our lives where we never know who can hurt us simply because of a slight deviation from what society considers to be acceptable and what it doesn't. More often than not, it happens exactly how sleeper cells work. They are completely unaware of their capabilities and often cause these damages without intention. For example, calling someone out on their crap like, "that background noise is distracting" is a very simple statement and perhaps you can't even imagine how it could offend people. So think about it this way, you're talking to your friend

 The thought of the end scares people. It scares the ones who didn't see it coming from afar. It feels like a nightmare coming back to haunt you one last time. A final testament to stand as your legacy for when judgement day comes by. Lately, I've been feeling like my time is near, lurking nearby. You can never be prepared for it, they say. But, I don't know exactly what this feeling is, but I think I can sense that my end is near. It feels like a fever dream of some kind, some premonition of impending doom. Though, if I'm being honest, it doesn't like doom. Feels like tranquility, like the end of an era, satisfaction and a sense of fulfilment mixed in with regrets and guilt along with a few sprinkles of desires left unaddressed and dreams unactualized... The best way to describe it could be a feeling of completion in ineffectualness, a sense of achievement with a feeling of unkept promises, serendipity in the pandemonium. So, whether I'm right or wrong, only ti