It was all cold ,his heart was beating so fast ,faster than any train ,louder than any drum ever heard. His body have never endure such pain ,the pain that was so deep .He had so much pressure of his guilt that his heart and brain cannot sustain. His veins were about to explode. His body was covered with dust and blood .BUT that blood wasn't his,
"WHY? why god why ? you gave me this life "he burst in anger his tear and pain has no boundary. he cried all night his voice could be heard on street . His pain could be felt by his society he lives in ,each ear that heard his cry.
He didn't know when and how he fell asleep.
But he was more counsious 'bout the thing ....
HERE STARTS HIS STORY , MARK ,THE STORY OF THE MAN WHO DID SOMETHING OR THE MAN WHO CHOOSE NOT TO BELIVE IN CONSEQUENCES
RATHER THAN THIS I SHOULD SAY ,
THE STORY OF
GUILT