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As he walked,
the young man looked to the side and reflected on the things he earned in his life.
Unsatisfied with the bread,
he still craved every extra crumbs.
This man lacked empathy for the world that forsaked him in his youth.
He proclaimed to be deserving of everything the world has to offer.
[[He will only set a table for one, never two.]]
Although, today he would encounter the one. Someone who published, but earned nothing more than the admiration of the sun.
Someone overworked and outworn. He carried nothing
but the last of his best work.
A work that transcended time.
One so resilient that it concluded death, and created after christ.
The ragged man concluded to sell his last, before living his last. But not to anyone, than the one who wouldn’t choose to acquire it.
[[Then at last-]]
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The ragged man looked at this young man as he walked past,
and reached out towards him.
[[He calmly pleaded for a bargain.]]“This is the last thing I own, that I can give. Other than the clothes on my back,
I have no other way to eat or live.
This book is a documentary of everything I have gained and lost.
For it,
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[[a dime...can you give?"]][[No.]][[The young man denied furiously!]]“Of everything you have at this moment is of your own doing.
The life you have is what you earned and deserve.
It has nothing to do with me! Work harder in your next life.”
The ragged man felt no shame and explained the chains that life put
on him,
and continued to ask.
The young man denied everytime.
[[The ragged man soon began his final plea.]]“The dime you deny is nothing but a crumb from one of the many loaves you hoard.
Forgive the world that disowned you, and you shall crave no more.
When your craving for the things in this world diminishes,
bread will rain.”
[[The young man denied once again.]]The homeless man stopped his hoard of questions, and finally looked up at the young man.
He shed a single tear for the one who had just forsaken him.
He looked deep into young man's eyes, and proclaimed:
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“You have forsaken the Messiah, your true Savior, the one and only Trinity and Almighty. Forsaking me, will stop Heaven from forgiving you. Now examine this dime, this metal coin, this material figurine. Compare your life expectancy to this currency. How much was your life really worth?
[[I can only give what was given...]]...but in the end,
Heaven will still forgive him.[[-he came.]]
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