Things might somewhat change for the better in the external, but seemingly the internal will always be haunted despite knowledge that should appease it.
Whether you think or not, the horrors are there.
It is their home, and like the madrileños from Olivo street, refuse eviction.
A Baptist man stops me at a flea market as I think of the horrors and asks me: “What would you say if at Heavens gates you were asked ‘why should we let you in?'” I say to him, “I tried to be a good guy.”
But he says all I have to do is leave it in God’s hands,
And so I try.