nobody’s reading lol – Pass Through Fire

Back on my way to my humble abode I think of what life would be like in a world I don’t get a punishment. A life where people know what I’ve done and I get my reward for it.

I’d be so filthy rich I’d get to live in the castle, I’d even have a place in Mason’s hot new council. Children with coal stains on their faces, mothers with white streaks in their hair, fathers with a single teardrop in their eyes would crowd around me, reaching their quivering hands for just a touch of their saviour…

I’m getting way too into this fantasy for someone who’s roasting raw pigeons over a barrel fire I have to feed with mouldy wood.