(10/15/01)
Yes, yes I have been through a
lot.
Been put through a lot.
But this tops them all.
This is my crucible.
This is my test.
My final test.
Will I survive?
Will I
Die?
Will I live to tell?
Questions pester me dearly as
I step forward onto the platform.
I look to my left,
I see the holy lands with crucifixes outlining the hilltops.
I look to my right,
I see the badlands, outlined with dead rotting carcasses of deceased
warriors.
I look strait ahead,
I see the palace of the high lords, smoking their wretched pipes,
laughing in my face.
I look down below me,
I see the devil with his thousand eternity slaves picking at his feet.
I look up,
I see heaven,
I see
GOD
Sitting on his massive throne,
looking at me with the straightest face.
I reach my hand out,
"Help me, save me.
God.
Jesus oh Lord."
He turns his head.
The platform gives out.
I feel the pain engulf my
body.
My body goes into convulsions,
I look back up to God.
God still clenching, like the
world he so dearly created had ended,
Clenched tightly the rope that
controlled my very death.
A tear fell down my cheek.
With my last breath escaping
my grasp,
I whisper…
"There- is- no- God-."
