I knelt at the base of a statue - a monument.
I sometimes wonder quite how life can deal you such a splendid hand on one day, then trump you on the next. It is of course, the anticipation of defeat that keeps an air of excitement pulsing.
It is also, in my opinion, something of a mild beauty how gracefully the brush strokes glide across the canvas of life. These brush strokes which leave their permanent mark, each one a tattoo of emotion and unrepressed passion.
Pain is the artist, painting it's elagent masterpiece on the canvas of life.
Pain deals your cards in the no holds barred game of fate.
Pain never starts a job it's not prepared to finish.
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