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Unknown Soldier · **03-05-2015, 09:46 AM**

Travelers come from far and from wide, to heed all the warnings that this man prescribes. He'll tempt you and beg you to follow in suit, but you know like I do it's all gone for mute. He begs of forgiveness, wisdom, and love. While we want the power, glory, and most importantly fun. Laughter is a beautiful emotion to never neglect, so please follow in stride when it comes to retrospect. The temptations are laughable if put to contest, and more like a matchup of minuteness in comparability of relativeness or concept. Hemorrhaged with famine from the ability to think, this foe will twist a mind in whatever direction he feels like or thinks. A guidance he suggests, from which he commands with a prescribed notion of fear, and to not follow in his footsteps for the plan that he's arbitrarily influencing is an abomination my dear. Freedom, is a word less frequented in his vocabulary. Fortune, is an advantage of his that is most certainly unobtainable for anyone else. The power to secede from this misfortunate misgivings is within you and the strength of all men, seek not forth forgiveness and shun his requests.
Come
   down
      here
         in
            the
               darkness
            and
         play
      with
   ME!
instead.

BEEP BEEP!    BEEP BEEP!    BEEP BEEP!

The pounding of an alarm clock suddenly awakens and startles one from their moment of slumber. It would appear another day of self loathing and a depreciation for the general sense of life as one knows it to be. The eventual destination of vitality is in hopes of its complete evaporation from existence. The intermingling of feelings can only lead the heart and body to sulk in the same reaction of feeling small, not only in stature but in self worth. Forces like this act like an anvil sitting on ones chest, keeping one pinned while the mind searches around the room hoping to piece the mystery of the reality puzzle together. Take a few deep breathes before making strides and get out on the (wrong/right) side of the bed and put the (best/worst) foot forward. This morning is the re birth of choices and the deliverance from temptations that only fairy tales are able to spell out. A world you certainly know but can't quite grip visually it would seem. The bedroom's the same and the locks still on tight. The shutters are kept down as to not let in light, just the way you had them when you tucked in last night.

Unbelievable it might seem, how the chill from outside has leaked it's way under the door. Compelling one now to go and seek refuge in warmth. Tiptoeing slowly around while avoiding the mess on the ground and finding the designated exit path, one finally grips on the (warm?) doorknob. Turning forth the lock and twisting the knob to the exit, a slow creaking wooden frame slides on a brass hinge. Crackling and popping like never before, make note to ones self that one needs a new door. Church bells chime as if on cue with the appearance of glowing bright lights in the hallway. A corridor that you once again recognize, but visibly can not bring stimulation to the brain to place it there before. This remembrance brings forth a euphoric sensation of happiness that is overwhelming the former sensations of self disgust. The bright becomes brighter to brightest with each step one takes. Four points of the cross hang high above the mantel above the fireplace where the living room too is untouched. A shining forth from heaven as the reflection from christ's forehead illuminates the gate at the front door. Penetrating profusely a pulse of the streaming light directly upon ones outdoor doorway passage, setting its knob ablaze in spurts like a firefly in the night. Onward one treads with a shiver of doubt, would the good lord now take one away from the world now?

Outside is a wonderland that even Oz would be jealous of, as trees can be seen filled from top to bottom with fruits and vegetables and such. Grass here grows like lions mane in a very thick and robust manner. The water in the river bank is the bluest of blues and the creatures are all cuddling whist they sleep. Flowers dressed with colors from the rainbow line up along a guided rock path inviting our stroll to go on and on down to it's end. A large gated fence penetrates high in the sky far above ones head along the path. A focal point of ones free flowing destination existing most likely to keep ones step steady and whim. If one was a prisoner walking towards the outside of its gates, trudging ever so slowly up to your sad and lonely resting place. A castle of sorts, rises up to the sky and the revealing of the church bells in sight now crosses ones eyes. A startling building structure like a skyscraper stretches up high for miles upon miles upon miles upon miles. It's mystic and beauty so elegant and clean just like a sixteenth century looking piece of beautiful architecture. Stretching higher and higher with each pounding step from right to left. Approaching it's large metal mechanical door that swings to and fro, one times it just perfect and lowers his head making it able for them to swoop right on in.

"He wants your sin and sacrifice!"

A voice howls through the corridors of the inside of the church comparable to a werewolf of the most deafening variety. The voice is highly recognizable; however, the inside of the church strikes yet another familiar and more interesting sight at the moment. A premonition of such that one somehow can now see, from the virginity of their first church visit cherry wherever and whenever that inception might be. Baptism perhaps or something later in tow, but one already knows that they have at least set foot in a dozen of those. Look forth down the hallways and soon one will see, the classroom where Sunday school was presented to thee. Taken back to your childhood with a warm fuzzy heart, maybe the feeling of comfort but that could be quite sparse. Maybe it was anger or rage or the boredom in balance it seems. At once were not just one, but quite possibly all of these feelings, that came over ones long time speculations or beliefs. The thought down memory lane is most definitely interrupted by the man yelling from afar.

"Do not fear the warning nature of my prayers, but come forth into the light and cherish them with me. With all of us we can put an end to this madness you see!"

The voice, now edging a bit closer to ones proximity, is still proclaiming at the top of it's lungs what could be the same phrases as before but in different languages. It is just around a corner not far from where one stands past the classroom further down the hallway. The shifting around said corner into the main chapel is a very delayed and tremendously timid reaction as ones eyesight bends around the curve. There in a spotlight, preaching to rows and rows of empty pews seven thousand times larger and longer then you had remembered them in this church's past before, is a shadow of a man far off in the distance. Although his separation is quite a long ways isolated and secluded by distance, his voice has the carrying ability similar to a roar from a thundercloud. Rather than go walking down aisle after aisle one takes a seat in the back and then listens awhile.

"My fathers, my brothers, my sisters, and fellow covenants of us. Shower yourselves with your religion and love, for within soon due time the most treacherous of demons will come. The power he wields is both mighty and wise and their is no escape, redirect, or possible alibi. He hunts for the souls way deep in the night, and he'll comfort you with luring manipulation techniques just out of spite. He seeks for a servant called a soldier from a soul he's seen unwind, to seek back in time and take what he calls his mine.....The ultimate sacrifice."

His final three words are mostly a scowl as a glimmer of darkness now swallows the ceiling and engulfs the room back to a size you most remember it from long pasts visit. Seven thousand times smaller to be precise. The pastor of ones past now visible and quite real, halts all of his movements and gives no more spiels. A fire in his eye and crowned smirk in his smile, he slowly walks by meandering ever so slyly by. Eyes locked for what seems like eternity in a pupil burned by flames, until eventually the shadow scurries off like an insect away. Memories of ones journey already seem to begin fading as one now walks away, causing the gathering and coalition of all the feelings inside the church of ones soul to just dissipate. Lock the door behind you, shut the shutters way down tight, and don't forget to tuck in bed. Lay back down on the pillow and go night night.

BEEP BEEP!    BEEP BEEP!    BEEP BEEP! ]

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