Contempt
And as he lay there, the malevolent stars stabbing him with their firey eyes, decay slowly consumed his motivation. His desire for life unceremoniously sucked out of his aging body, which was nothing more than a shell.
He pondered over his life. Had he been a good man? Had he brought gaiety to those unfortunate enough to be around him? Had he tried his utmost to discharge the daily duties of life, to live honourably and be undefiled? To answer yes would be nothing more than a pompous proclaimation.
He only recalled incidents. Incidents horrible enough to strip him of all dignity. All linked to the same Goddess. And although he knew how much he wanted to be back in her favour, he also knew all she felt for him was disdain and contempt.
Beggers can't be choosers.
He pondered over his life. Had he been a good man? Had he brought gaiety to those unfortunate enough to be around him? Had he tried his utmost to discharge the daily duties of life, to live honourably and be undefiled? To answer yes would be nothing more than a pompous proclaimation.
He only recalled incidents. Incidents horrible enough to strip him of all dignity. All linked to the same Goddess. And although he knew how much he wanted to be back in her favour, he also knew all she felt for him was disdain and contempt.
Beggers can't be choosers.
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