WriterOfJewle

    There is a man. A terrible, horrible man. He comes at night. When you can’t sleep.    “Hello”. He always starts with hello. As if he is meeting an old friend or business partner. “How is your night going?” as if he cares at all. He does not. That’s not why he is here. “Are you ready yet? Are you ready to pay to have your sins removed?” I knew that I had not sinned. And if I HAD, paying him would not forgive me of anything.    “Will you finally pay me tonight?” “No, I have said before, and I will say again, I will not pay you to forgive me. Your forgiveness means nothing