his job was to be a character he wasnt on stage and a normal soul when not payed.

but he didnt care what you thought. the line he had to speak was a sin.

and he wouldnt utter it in his most void thoughts.

his faith was ship and the world was an anchor. he wanted to keep moving but no one else wished the same.

and just like an occasional catastrophe she came. and she sinked the ship. he let her.

now they are both condemned for their hearts know no peace.

like lost souls they are anchored in malice but a miracle dressed as a mistake might save them.

when the bells ring three times hope is restored.

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its kind of like a story in my head but i probably wouldnt write it so i wrote a poem/summary. sort of