The darkness of a man's sins don’t just vanish; they ricochet off the walls of heaven, getting scrubbed clean before they tumble back down to earth, wrapped in a shroud of deceit, pristine and untainted. Like some cosmic laundromat for the soul’s filth. It’s a vicious cycle, a rinse and repeat of atrocities dressed up in redemption, but how many spins in the wash does it take before the stains start to stick? Absence of repeat?
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The darkness of a man's sins don’t just vanish; they ricochet off the walls of heaven, getting scrubbed clean before they tumble back down to earth, wrapped in a shroud of deceit, pristine and untainted. Like some cosmic laundromat for the soul’s filth. It’s a vicious cycle, a rinse and repeat of atrocities dressed up in redemption, but how many spins in the wash does it take before the stains start to stick? Absence of repeat?