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Burning! Charing! Raging! Up my throat comes this fire I cannot quench! Too much!         I can't stand this fire...it's burning me...i need to open...i need to     let it out! I close the door, though the hinges are   melting, i close the door,    to protect the world...all consuming fire that would have the world is screaching behind the large doors, the barricade that keeps     in ignorance     the world. Let me      die     that

The beast is stalking... I hear the whisper of its path through my heart and mind. It fancies new plans, new planes of approach, yet unseen or heard. Just the feel of its intent... sends shards of dread and despair through me. Though my heart is casting its bright light, and it shines bright, sitting lightly within my chest...the black, heavy heart, with lecherous intent, hides in every shadow cast by that light. I pray but one thing, that mine eyes, the intent and focus of my internal sight, stays fixed upon that light, and does not slip, or touch, upon any of the vile shadows that lie within.

Like a beast, climbing, scratching... It climbs its way up my throat. I push it down again and again, throwing all I have down its jowls, trying to weigh it down. The beast is built of my pains, my sorrows. I try my best to simplify for those I care about, being that simple man that they wish was in every man. I push my pains, my sufferings down, shove them deep into my internal abyss, hoping that is the last I will see of them. Turning, rolling, forming...they lay in wait, down in the darkness that hides within me. The pain finds a way, it forms the beast, lying in wait, ready to claw its way back into my life. Climbing, scra

Enfolding, Surrounding, Comforting... A blanket to absorb the cold, an abyss that absorbs all black in the world, leaving only that which is joyous, warm, that which our hearts long for. My arms reach for you, to be that place you need, that welcoming sanctuary. If only you would let me, I would do my very best to take away the world.

Truly, what am I? What do you see in me? I am decrepit, I am weak, I am selfish. What is there in me you desire, what good in me do you see? I break hearts - like shattered glass... I entangle and confound those I care for. I wreck and wreak havoc in lives I let in. I am here to help, I truly am, but the best of intentions lead to the most damage. Promises lay shattered - broken before me, a carpet of shards laid before me - my feet bared and bleeding as I walk down the path I have chosen. I try to pass over them, but the pictures on the wall, the promises lining the halls of my conscience, are breaking before me, laying fresh

Here we are again, on the verge of another day...two night time prowlers, converging on our prey. Two followers of the night, looking for nothing but our solitude and peace. Black and white is the color of our world. Everything painted by crescent beauty, hovering above the silent plain. Rest is prominent in the sentient land, and yet, we are honored with the rarely savored bliss that is night lit paradise. We follow our call, to rest naught, when the world says we aught. Rush and run throughout the light, the world passes by too quickly...that is why we choose the night, in which to take life's true delight. Even though othe

You sacrificed yourself for my sins - A lamb upon that cross. In the distant deeps and skies, A thunder roared its grief for you. Your mother and followers watered the ground night and morning with their tears, while on that cross you sunned them with a smile, telling John to care for your mother. In this moment your foe beheld it shine: Your task complete, your victory won, making all the vales rejoice. The adversary cries out, he has lost! When you came back, some could not believe. But you were patient with them, o Lord. When they touched those wounds of yours, the fire burning in your eyes convinced them thoroughly. Up and

The profound joy is overwhelming! All the unknown is found out. The slight warmth we once felt is now an overwhelming warmth that surges through all those who have risen. We are NEW! Though we be naked, we are not. The appearance of His divine light is all that clothes us, for each one - all - have a robe of light. The dead have awaken and the spring of our new lives has come upon us.

          Ah my son! What a wonderfully gifted son I am blessed to have. I thank God daily for the patience He grants me. For my son may think he is good at hiding his misadventures, but a true father should know the comings and goings of his son. I appointed him my squire so that I might keep him close. It is not at all hard to see that he is fond of fancy apparel, it takes but a glance to confirm. He is always wearing his embroidered gown, done up to look as a meadow does, strewn here and there with flowers and bright colors. Long sleeves trail him wherever he goes. I suppose it suites him just fine, and the shortness of his gown is common