You cant decide, one path holds pain and so does the other.

Which is the lesser evil?

Why not just stay in place and let the chains tear you in half as they grow more and more taut.

Your frustration fuels them and the pressure continues to grow, and grow.

Making you appear like even the lowest of life forms to the stars, scurrying around like mice in a maze, desperate to avoid your fellow man but even more so for the cheese.

You've come so far but, you are stuck. Frozen in place by the very poverty your government created. They watch you struggle from their golden towers and laugh as they say anyone can make it.

But you cant, you are nothing but a roach stuck to the bottom of the riches shoe. Try as you must to be free, you are stuck.

You do not show weakness infront of those that confine you.

You feel so much, dont you?

It overwhelms and paralyzes you- you fragile thing.

You are trapped, but was it really those around you who dropped the cage?

So tiny and fragile, so Mortal.

You strived for such beautiful things, for power.

You had worked your fingers to the bone to get where you wanted to be.

I saw you feeling joy, a sense of achievement from your life, even as you pass.

You felt no regret in what you did and who you were.

And now you stand before me at the gates of hell and you are confused.

What had you done to warrant such a punishment?

Nothing at all my dear. You have been good and pure.

This is not a punishment.

It surrounds you, blocking the natural light of the world and instead shrouding you in a sickly green glow as you indulge yourself.

And its only about you, isn't it?

What does it all bring you? Do your lifeless porcelain trinkets give you the warmth of a human connection?

Does your big beautiful home in which you hide yourself give you comfort? Or does it bring you pain. Sat there in your bubble of greed you are caged, deprived of all that is human you are no more so then those Lifeless Little Trinkets.

If you were to look down, would your eyes see flesh?

Where you see death, you only know to think of destruction and despair but, if you were to look closer you would see the buds of brand new life pushing through even still.

Death is change and change is what keeps your world turning. My darlings to truly find your peace you needn't hope in immortality, push past that notion and let go of hope.

And with those aching muscles and callused hands you urge yourself forward.