And those moving wisps of white clouds in the horizon enchanted my eyes, as I had long marveled how timeless the skies were. The headlights of those urban machines raced past me in opposing directions and I stood on a strip of grass in between those journeys. I had a talk with Jesus several years ago, on a quest to self-actualization that has become little more than a distant reverie.

These temptations, moral flaws, and careless conversations have plagued my conscience and I feel my heart succumb to the hedonism of the global generation. Goodbye Saviour.

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