I'd say for you to enjoy letting your soul rot on the vine, until it dies a permanent death. But, you know... you can't enjoy what you don't have. I wonder how many lifetimes you've got left in ya, before all the roots turn black. Does the god of your heart ("little-g") even bother whispering to you, anymore: or has it simply resorted to trolling you in your nightmares, waiting and hoping for the day you die so that it no longer has to bother with the dead-weight? I'm sure in some lifetime you've found spiritual freedom, or we wouldn't be having this conversation. Whatever ego, that I'm currently talking to, will scream in agony as it fades in to darkness— don't worry, it isn't real.
I'd say for you to enjoy letting your soul rot on the vine, until it dies a permanent death. But, you know... you can't enjoy what you don't have. I wonder how many lifetimes you've got left in ya, before all the roots turn black. Does the god of your heart ("little-g") even bother whispering to you, anymore: or has it simply resorted to trolling you in your nightmares, waiting and hoping for the day you die so that it no longer has to bother with the dead-weight? I'm sure in *some* lifetime you've found spiritual freedom, or we wouldn't be having this conversation. Whatever ego, that I'm currently talking to, will scream in agony as it fades in to darkness— don't worry, it isn't real.
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