I thought I could be a preacher; turns out I cannot lie.
A teacher, but I already burnt through my patience.
A builder with scorched bridges.
A lover born from a broken heart.
A survivor with a wrecked past.
A judge, but all my injustices keep me awake.
A doctor succumbing to her symptoms.
A fraud, but I lack the face to poke.
An arsonist, but my world is already burning.
A liar with an overactive consciousness.
A leader, but I didn’t have enough narcissism to nail the art.
An exorcist with roaming fiends.
A witch without miracles to attest.
A comic, but my life is already a joke.
An addict, but I’m too suggestible.
A tycoon hunted by premature death.
A convict, but I’m already chained to the rhythm.
An executioner without a whetstone.
A mother crippled by perfectionism.
Only incantations seep through the graveyard, because the player botched her talent.
There are no triumphs tied to this story; a cataclysm is all that I AM.
Give or take, I die void.
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