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The Apostle Of Death

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What is forgiveness? Is it a conscious, voluntary choice—to release resentment, anger, and the desire for vengeance toward someone who has wronged you, even when they do not deserve it? But would you forgive the one who murdered your loved one? Could you truly abandon the hatred towards the person who stole what was most precious to you? By law, an unforgivable crime is met with unforgivable punishment. A man who commits a heinous sin is sentenced to death without mercy. Justice is absolute. But what if the sinner is a child? If a child commits the same atrocity, should they be judged as an adult or forgiven for their youth and ignorance? Some would say, “They did not understand what they were doing.” Others would argue, “A child who commits such evil is no longer a child—but a monster.” This is the story of such a child. A child who committed a grave sin—not once, but many times. When remorse finally took hold, it was already too late. Karma came without mercy and tore away what the child cherished most. Crushed by guilt and unable to bear the weight of his sins, the child wished for only one thing: Death, as punishment. But death was not kind enough to grant that wish. Instead, it offered suffering. This is the story of a sinner named Bradley, a child condemned to live with unbearable pain, haunted by the consequences of his actions. “Why do I have to suffer like this?” Bradley whispered, collapsing to his knees before the decapitated head. "Have I not suffered enough?" A child whose only desire was to die. Will his wish ever be fulfilled? Or is endless suffering the truest punishment for his sins?
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