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i am the king of bad choices. i shouldn't be trusted to think for myself, let alone carry a gun, let alone save people, let alone hold all this power. i am sitting on a throne made of every stupid, selfish thing i have ever done, wearing a crown of thorns and wondering about crucifixion.

i am the king of bad choices, and i have no right to any kind of throne. i have no right to anything, except a lifetime in hell and nails through my hands and all i want from life is to be redeemed. and the one thing i will never get is redemption. and i am a mess of near-misses, split-second-decisions and self-righteous-vengeance.

i am poisonous. i am rotten to the core. i ruin everything i touch, and i know this, and i still cannot keep my hands to myself. i still cannot keep my mouth shut. i still do not know when to stop. i am running out of time, out of reasons, out of places where i can pretend i deserve anything but hellfire.

i am the king of bad choices. there is so much blood on my hands, on my shirt, running between my fingers and seeping through the gaps between my bones and staining everything i am and everything i touch. i am poisonous, tainted, rotting. i have done so much bad, and there is not enough time in the world to put things right, to even up the balance, to pay for my sins. i am running out of time.

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i am the king of bad choices. i shouldn't be trusted to think for myself, let alone carry a gun, let alone save people, let alone hold all this power. i am sitting on a throne made of every stupid, selfish thing i have ever done, wearing a crown of thorns and wondering about crucifixion.

i am the king of bad choices, and i have no right to any kind of throne. i have no right to anything, except a lifetime in hell and nails through my hands and all i want from life is to be redeemed. and the one thing i will never get is redemption. and i am a mess of near-misses, split-second-decisions and self-righteous-vengeance.

i am poisonous. i am rotten to the core. i ruin everything i touch, and i know this, and i still cannot keep my hands to myself. i still cannot keep my mouth shut. i still do not know when to stop. i am running out of time, out of reasons, out of places where i can pretend i deserve anything but hellfire.

i am the king of bad choices. there is so much blood on my hands, on my shirt, running between my fingers and seeping through the gaps between my bones and staining everything i am and everything i touch. i am poisonous, tainted, rotting. i have done so much bad, and there is not enough time in the world to put things right, to even up the balance, to pay for my sins. i am running out of time.