I can feel my world closing up around me, a prisoner trapped in my own spiritual infirmities dungeon awaiting my execution. The air Lessing each breath I take, the anticipation brings forth from its bowels the sign of destruction. Listening to the beat of my heart like a ticking clock, till the coming of the last hour. From dusk to dawn the light fades till it’s not visible, not even by site. Just a memory of its existence that glazed upon me in the heat of the moment, the wonders it possessed when it consumed me by fire, like a moth to a flame I burned with every desire. This couldn’t be Heaven? SO could this be Hell?!
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