Penance
When did suffering become holy? Where is the virtue in agony, in the way blood and tears roll down the same young cheek? Where is the divinity in the guilt, the way the world bends and breaks every new day? You are only perfect in the womb, not yet existing, with pain your birthright. You are only perfect in death, where you can no longer speak or act to defend or harm. The true perfection, the true highest power would be to never have existed at all.
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