The prodigal son stands on the edge of humanity, his shoulders heavy with the burden of his own creations.
Crushed is he, the very thought of those around him struck and molded in his image is far too much to comprehend, the conscious decision of the father racking the confines of his skull.
The fallen son stands on the edge of his own mind, contemplating the road so far.
Devastated is he, the very thought of the failures that seem to engulf him permeate every layer of his defenses, still haunted by the conscious decision that could have been his downfall.
The prodigal and the fallen, forever destined to outdo each other in every aspect of life.
If one was set to rule, which one would you choose?
The fallen and the prodigal, forever destined to seek whatever it is they can, keeping in their respective flanks, whether it be order or reason.
Between the two, which would you choose?
Think for yourself.
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