The Work Makes the Man

My work suits me fine.
Your work suits you fine.
My work looks bad to you.
Your work—I couldn't say how it looks to me. Honestly, I don't usually fret over anyone else's work but my own.

One request: let me go to hell for my own failings. You needn't bear the weight of my deeds.

Am I bad? I'm getting by just fine this way, living as I am... without harming a soul. Let me be bad in my own fashion. You be good in yours.

My work, my faith.
My work, your violation of faith.
Stop chasing after what you think is wrong.

Thank you, and don't come back. Mind your own business.