do you think you can escape the maker's judgement for your sins? On the day of reckoning, thy sins will be laid bare before all under the One Sun. That day may come never in our lifetimes, or it may be to-morrow. Confess your sins, but not to me. Confess to the confessors, to the wronged, to yourself, or to those with the ears to hear and the mind to forgive.
Do not ask a miserly street dog for advice, for their serpentine tongues will twist your words into strings for you to become their puppets or worse, they would rip and shred your soul to pieces. The Maker will punish them when the time is right, all that you must do is to confess, no matter how great the sin. You are a phantom in a graveyard, and in the offing you will vanish back into the grave where nobody will remember the form of your body, but they will remember the will of your soul.
If you truly believe in the just, and the good, and the holy you will receive its Absolution, and all that have wronged you will be punished accordingly. Our days are numbered, and we are all bound to return to ashes and dust or to nourish new life. How long shall we cower and tremble until we keel over and die, never taking the plunge? How long shall we delay the inevitable until it barrels at us who have toiled for so long to delay it to truly live? This is our curse; our fate.
