190. A River Of Plagues

A river of plagues winds its way through the soul of every living human carrying with it the stench of guilt and the flotsam of memory Fed by our own misdeeds it varies in depth from person to person some are as deep and wide as oceans while others are the width of a shallow stream Be careful what you put in there the toxicity levels will still be able to infect your life in future if you don't sort out your present and clean it up There is a river of plagues that runs though the soul of every human some paddle through theirs every day others are forced to drown