In darkness I wait.
A voice screams from somewhere in time.
Locked within, I struggle to break free. Oh, that these chains would melt!
Where, oh death, is thy release?
Where, oh grave, is thy sanctuary?
My soul, my poor tattered soul, it rots like the carcass that was once its captor, the cocoon that was once all that I knew, all that was me.
Wails of anguish surround me. I am drowning in a pool of fire, in a torrent of madness.
I beg for mercy! I cry out for clemency!
If only to be granted sweet ignorance, to be granted the privilege of annihilation. No longer to feel, to think, to hear, and please, no longer to remember.
The memories, they torment me. The remembrance of the precise moment, the exact time, when I scoffed and turned away. The moment when I made the choice.
And that final moment when I faced the One whom I had denied.
I am haunted by this, the memory that repeats until lunacy prevails, the instant when I knew that I had been wrong, yet the realization came too late.
I moaned in regret and horror. I begged and pleaded, yet He turned away, uttering words that seemed to cause Him more pain to say than for me to hear. Hated words, but nevertheless deserved.
“I knew you not.”
The end of hope
The dawn of bondage
The prison locked.
The seal upon my soul
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