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Dare I confess the black stain on my soul?
No, rather, lets tuck it in conscience
No need to feel sickly an numb.

Tuck it away my soulless one

What if I could pull the hands back of time?

You can't sweety, it's done

Can I make it fade?

I don't see how? It's a dark, dark stain,
And you've been trying so long now.

Even with all my good deeds?

There aren't enough good deeds
To wipe it clean the lead in your soul
Forever drags your feet.

I don't deserve anything

Because you are destined

Destined for what? A life of misery?

No dear, no, a life of greatness,
None of clear conscience strive
To erase me from their minds
As I would not exist,
and neither would the gift.

But I don't understand?

Your stain is a gift,
The journey of the holy grail.
Where others strive and fail,
You have already failed now strive.

But I failed?

You have failed, but now is hope
The ever charging fuel of your journey

My soul is damned isn't it?

You have nothing to lose

But what of hell? surely it waits?

Hell? You're already here,
Perhaps one day, you'll make it out?

You think so?

It's possible but
I'm your conscience...
What do I know?
I just know why I exist
And I in turn wish I loved my existence

So there's no hope?

There's always hope,
I'm with you aren't I?

Yes, but I don't understand?

You don't need to,
Just keep hope, and in us,
Never forget where we've come from
You are destined.

But I am stained?

No, you are marked for greatness...