demonic790
05-18-2010, 08:18 PM
IT
By: Sean Laird
Darkness had unveiled itself to me. For once in my life I was terrified and when I was indulged to think, I realized that the end was near and death was upon me. My eyes closed shut, fearful of the scenery that lay in front of me. I could hear the voices that sounded outside of these wooden boards. My ears struck by the endless contempt that resonated. The nails started to permeate the timber as I lay awake by the dirt of the fallen. I heard them utter the syllables of my name and then...nothing. Out of all this hate and audacity for human torture, I began to realize that this was my fate.
Stricken by the theme, we have to realize that what I face is reality and in truth, I am at last afraid of God. My vision of the all mighty has changed forever and so, too, has myself. I fear the worst, and yet this is the least of my everlasting worries. For this very short moment, I lost all feeling and pulsation within any part of my deteriorating body. Paralyzed, I could only think about what I might have felt. I thought about my family, my kids, and my wife. I could sense the vexation that engulfs them. Unable to treat their fears, their lives proceed and mine does not. Why is this? Where does the thought to do such an inhumane act come from? Loneliness? Desperation? Fun? I can't even begin to contemplate the answer to this.
All I know is that what I face is what is left of my existence. But where and what state was I? Have I been sentenced a wait to the after life? Why have I been put in such a position as this? I have done no wrong and yet God continues to punish me. Am I condemned to an unending vortex of pain and suffering? Answer me!
I began to feel once again. No more voices sounded outside of this box. All I could hear was the anguish that I was sentenced to, and to what degree was it?
A fearful idea had abruptly bound my blood in cataclysm against my heart. Chills spiraled down my spine as I panicked in abhorrence to the conception. The agony and suspense that consumed me was unbearable. I wanted to move but was chained to these enclosing walls. Pulsation breached from every opening in my body. What was I to do? I couldn't take it! Silent screams sounded from the inside of my dying soul. The pain was intolerable. Shortly after, however, I began to calm down. Eventually I had grown immune to this alarming thought, and with it my fears were displaced. And in the end, I am faced with this unused, untamed thought that reflects every moral and value of my life. It's power was unstoppable and yet, I had not the slightest idea of what this thought might have been. I questioned my being mad. Not once was I ever faced with such a demeaning questioning, but once it had entered my head, it wasn't leaving. I cringed. I shuttered. I feared. But worst of all, I honored it. Not because it was all that I had been left with, but because I had a strong sense of respect for it. I should value and openly greet it warm heartedly. Yes, yes I should do this and I must too, for what had I to fear?
I had finally gained up the courage to begin to slowly, but surely, move my hands and feet inside the box -with the aid of it of course-. To hear my bones crack, it was a sign of relief and prosperity. I had been here for three longs days and nights. But for I, too ,was not scared, but rather hearkened to the fact that I had been so calm and peaceful. Would a person of madness be so calm as this? I think not. Ha! You are weak! Weak as weak can be. You don't know anything about the meaning of life, it has told me so, time after time. You think that I have it rough. Do you feel pain and sorrow for me? Do not! I don't need your selfless pity to assist with my situation. I am with it and your are with nothing. Does this matter to you? Would you be so kinder to the fact that I am comforted by something other than dirt. Would you? I demand an answer!
It had taken offense to my forbidding actions and left me with nothing, not a trace. It wasn't up until now that I had begun to realize why I was here. I am here to be foreseen by God. His decision on whether I was worthy to enter his paradise has been made.
I opened my eyes and shivered in fear as the red beast stood in front of me...
By: Sean Laird
Darkness had unveiled itself to me. For once in my life I was terrified and when I was indulged to think, I realized that the end was near and death was upon me. My eyes closed shut, fearful of the scenery that lay in front of me. I could hear the voices that sounded outside of these wooden boards. My ears struck by the endless contempt that resonated. The nails started to permeate the timber as I lay awake by the dirt of the fallen. I heard them utter the syllables of my name and then...nothing. Out of all this hate and audacity for human torture, I began to realize that this was my fate.
Stricken by the theme, we have to realize that what I face is reality and in truth, I am at last afraid of God. My vision of the all mighty has changed forever and so, too, has myself. I fear the worst, and yet this is the least of my everlasting worries. For this very short moment, I lost all feeling and pulsation within any part of my deteriorating body. Paralyzed, I could only think about what I might have felt. I thought about my family, my kids, and my wife. I could sense the vexation that engulfs them. Unable to treat their fears, their lives proceed and mine does not. Why is this? Where does the thought to do such an inhumane act come from? Loneliness? Desperation? Fun? I can't even begin to contemplate the answer to this.
All I know is that what I face is what is left of my existence. But where and what state was I? Have I been sentenced a wait to the after life? Why have I been put in such a position as this? I have done no wrong and yet God continues to punish me. Am I condemned to an unending vortex of pain and suffering? Answer me!
I began to feel once again. No more voices sounded outside of this box. All I could hear was the anguish that I was sentenced to, and to what degree was it?
A fearful idea had abruptly bound my blood in cataclysm against my heart. Chills spiraled down my spine as I panicked in abhorrence to the conception. The agony and suspense that consumed me was unbearable. I wanted to move but was chained to these enclosing walls. Pulsation breached from every opening in my body. What was I to do? I couldn't take it! Silent screams sounded from the inside of my dying soul. The pain was intolerable. Shortly after, however, I began to calm down. Eventually I had grown immune to this alarming thought, and with it my fears were displaced. And in the end, I am faced with this unused, untamed thought that reflects every moral and value of my life. It's power was unstoppable and yet, I had not the slightest idea of what this thought might have been. I questioned my being mad. Not once was I ever faced with such a demeaning questioning, but once it had entered my head, it wasn't leaving. I cringed. I shuttered. I feared. But worst of all, I honored it. Not because it was all that I had been left with, but because I had a strong sense of respect for it. I should value and openly greet it warm heartedly. Yes, yes I should do this and I must too, for what had I to fear?
I had finally gained up the courage to begin to slowly, but surely, move my hands and feet inside the box -with the aid of it of course-. To hear my bones crack, it was a sign of relief and prosperity. I had been here for three longs days and nights. But for I, too ,was not scared, but rather hearkened to the fact that I had been so calm and peaceful. Would a person of madness be so calm as this? I think not. Ha! You are weak! Weak as weak can be. You don't know anything about the meaning of life, it has told me so, time after time. You think that I have it rough. Do you feel pain and sorrow for me? Do not! I don't need your selfless pity to assist with my situation. I am with it and your are with nothing. Does this matter to you? Would you be so kinder to the fact that I am comforted by something other than dirt. Would you? I demand an answer!
It had taken offense to my forbidding actions and left me with nothing, not a trace. It wasn't up until now that I had begun to realize why I was here. I am here to be foreseen by God. His decision on whether I was worthy to enter his paradise has been made.
I opened my eyes and shivered in fear as the red beast stood in front of me...