| Walking further into this soaked field, rain pouring from the crying sky. I keep seeing these images, from centuries long ago, ages that have passed, all these things I keep hidden, and no one knows. I come to this lone cedar, my palm rest against the bark, suddenly I'm sucked into the dark. On a circular platform. Before Christ. The man's face slowly started to melt, then reshape itself, suddenly the evil presence within became clear, and I was left standing with this feeling inside of me, extremely deep. Half of my face became a skull, then morphed back to the normal one I bare. The thunder roared, God yelled, the fires of Hell rose. And the swords were drawn. "Hey CHRIST! YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME! COME GET IT! I JUST WANT PEACE OF MIND!" The demon fought me head to head, blood splattered against the stone arena floor, the battle waged for what seemed like years, until the demon died, crying crimson tears. The battle had just begun, suddenly I was swept into space, landing on the sun, my feet did not burn, I stood before this cataclysmic beast, tusk protruding from its bottom jaw, red eyes that set upon me. My hands became like steel, as I battered the demons head, caving the bone into its brain. A powerful voice rang out through out eternity, into the midst of the universe I was placed. Standing in front of a triangle of stars and planets.. The secrets of worlds were known. Since the dawn of existence war has ravaged every real, every world, ever where. And now. It was destined to die. So mortals learn to love, or learn to cry, for if you lie, you just waste time. As I turned, the Angel was caught, as he attempted to sneak up behind me, I was tempted to strike, and strike I did, to find my left arm severed from his blade, to only draw forth a stone, which I cast at his chest, the stone punctured his breast plate into his heart, and he fell dead before my feet. Now the only thing left to rid myself of, was these voices of the fallen that haunted my soul. I can only remember from my past, being ripped from a haven much like Hell, the fire I can feel. The scent of burning flesh haunts me still. |
