rich, in the after life, one can never be too pure or pure enough, God is infinite and one must strive both in heaven and on earth to be more and more like him.
Money wasn’t the only root of evil in the case of the bastard. His mind was in fact the pioneer of all evil. Lack of humility and discipline, meant he would fail to accept himself at the beginning of his journey, coincidentally, he had money on his mind along side a mind load of laws that came broken. Crime was inevitable.
I was never one to turn around and walk or admit defeat no matter the circumstances but it was time to make a change, something had to be done. Everyday was going by even quicker and quicker, minute by minute, second by second. Some days I would literally watch time fly, of course I was ‘flying’ with it but going no where fast. I had become the devils own workshop as I possessed the idle mind coupled with the filthy, willing hand. I started to crave the very things I had run from for most of my youth once again, the simple life. It was also now certain that my soft side, my inner child was awakening and ready to begin its own over due rebellion against this new found self, against this bastard who was now falling apart. The part of myself I had despised the most, that I thought had no hope of surviving had in fact made it through the storm unharmed. On the other hand, the ‘new man’, The Bastard, was dead and still dying, failing over and over and over again, getting richer and richer, boring deeper and deeper into hell.
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