You will reap the hate you’ve sown no matter how hard you pray.
Genesis resisted the urge to laugh bitterly at the sentiment of his statement. Zack’s words though seemed simplistic, held certain truths that he wondered if even he understood. He supposed it didn’t matter.
His bitter laugh escaped him in the end and his shoulders sank.
“ Sometimes, your hate is all that you have left, and it is the only thing that fuel you to continue forward. Many mock me, even my own friends, that isn’t unjust, that is life. You could do everything right and still lose, it is not a weakness to do so.”
Ginger brown strands obstructed his view for a moment as he moved to settle weakly onto the ground, the purge of the degradation had left him weak, and wanting to sleep. He wondered if he even made sense at all.
“ Trust my rage. It’s all I have left, that, and my dream.”
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