I stepped on a worm just because
It was at my feet. Little did I know
That this worm was actually a god.
And though I had rendered it immobile,
In its godliness, it damned my soul
To a living Hell. Now I am an insect
Myself, and I crawl through fire and ash
Toward the foot of the god whom I
Once crushed. Will He show mercy
On me? I doubt it. But I have no choice
But to return to Him and offer my
Repentance. It is better to be crushed
By a god than to burn complacently
In the fires of Hell. It is better to atone
For one’s sins and then die than to
Walk blindly toward perdition
Carrying the weight of a mortal lie.
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