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I don't belong here, I shouldn't stay. But whatever falls inside me. . .it just grows empty. .
Cerpin Taxt didn't deserve to die. He was a man tortured by incarnations of this world, which invaded his mind and tormented him from within. He suffered for years, many of which were spent in a deep coma after an unsuccessful attempt to kill himself; to escape the harshness of reality, to escape the pain that was inflicted upon his mind. You see, Cerpin Taxt tried to repel the demons. He tried to work to the Tremulant's will-- the beings the infested his mind-- but theirs was too much. His physical body underwent much decay, full of trackmarked scratches and undeserving, unforgiving sins of scars. And eventually, as the torture began to thrive within him, he awoke from his coma. And he made his resolve.
Cerpin Taxt stood atop the tallest bridge of the Mesa Street Exit on I-25 in El Paso, and there, he jumped, head first, into rush hour traffic.
He didn't deserve to die! The world did!
I don't belong here, I shouldn't stay. But whatever falls inside me. . .it just grows empty. .
Cerpin Taxt didn't deserve to die. He was a man tortured by incarnations of this world, which invaded his mind and tormented him from within. He suffered for years, many of which were spent in a deep coma after an unsuccessful attempt to kill himself; to escape the harshness of reality, to escape the pain that was inflicted upon his mind. You see, Cerpin Taxt tried to repel the demons. He tried to work to the Tremulant's will-- the beings the infested his mind-- but theirs was too much. His physical body underwent much decay, full of trackmarked scratches and undeserving, unforgiving sins of scars. And eventually, as the torture began to thrive within him, he awoke from his coma. And he made his resolve.
Cerpin Taxt stood atop the tallest bridge of the Mesa Street Exit on I-25 in El Paso, and there, he jumped, head first, into rush hour traffic.
He didn't deserve to die! The world did!