Branded
Your name and reputation are like a brand. You can change all you want as many times as you want, but the brand remains for everyone to see. Because of your brand, people judge you, condemn you, forsake you, and betray you. How can one ever be happy knowing he is branded. In life and death the brand defines you in the eyes of people. To be branded is to be made an outcast; exiled by everyone you once knew, and rejected by everyone you try to meet. You can not escape your brand, nothing you do can purge it from you. A life of agony and solitude await you much like the Mark of Cain in times of old. Sins of the father, sins of yourself, it does not matter to you when you are forsaken and alone.
Copyright © Matthew Hamilton | Year Posted 2011
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