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The depth of a man's soul
can not 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 the exclamations
of mirth became the desperate
screams of the helpless,
begging for their very lives.