Jesus Diary
Falling – it is the first thing I feel, distant voices echo in my ears
Darkness binds the soul, a place where angels fear to tread
Sulphuric fumes scorch my nostrils;
Wails of the damned torment me, sinuey limbs grasp blindly
Their useless wish of salvation
Strength by passion -
Hatred is a worthy ally against the enemy
Pale eyeless scavengers muddle at my feet, beckoning me to somehow end their suffering
Their sins broadcast in their aura for all to witness as a glimpse into their unholy existence
Ageless evil abounds everywhere – the sounds of suffering and lament
A chortle of conceit, the bastards voice is deafening
My path is hindered as though I am pressing through solid humidity, made of all evil condensed into an opaque veil
In the distance I see a plateau, surrounded by darkness
Light has no way of knowing how many shades of gray it must overcome
The ground, or what passes as such
A cauldron of parched ash caked into a mesmerizing myriad of fissures – NO!
As I step the unconcealed depth is evident, explosions of temptation spews forth
Again I pass – an exoneration overcome, into his citadel I enter
An Alchemist waits, his duty to deceive, his myriad of potions whose only purpose is camouflage at his fingertips
As I look closer I see the tortured souls in each bottle, prisoners of his follies
His temptations are strong
“Who are you?” The words spew forth from his molded teeth, the air around him crystallizes and shatters from his speech
I Stare
“You got a tongue in your fucking face?” “I said who are you?”
Forgive them Father for they know not what they do, my hatred is my armor
Sacrifice is what victory is measured upon, for in that light you have no power
“I come here to free what you have so unjustly enchained
My life for theirs”
Falling – it is the last thing I feel
Your distant voice echoes in my head
I am THE angel destined in Grace and purifying Light
I fall into the light
You are free
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