Will I be erected with marble stone, and golden letters, shining in a palace of carvings and etches? Or will I be burnt into the back of the devil with my sin stitched to the iron peg that will etch burning grotesqueness forever? Or will I have to settle for an eternity of agony, where the glowing devil and the burning angel beckon me? Am I not given a second thought, simply because my ledger has equal droplets of blood and tears? I kneel here, as my throat opens into a silent scream. I am chained immortal.