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Walk of Redemption, Pt. 1
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 Created on 1-2-07
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The air is sour, filling my brain with tepid waste when i inhale. My body is tired and streaked with the filth of my never ending struggles as i walk down this forsaken road. Every step is marked with pain from these open wounds i carry with as much dignity as could be expected. Then despite my careful steps, a small piece of jagged glass has caused me to stumble face down on this dusty road. I lick the dirt from my lips and taste these death stricken times. This is the dust of bones, the dust from bones of long forgotten lives. Though this sickens me, i cannot lift my head from the ground. I can feel my crimson life-blood seeping into the ground and my mind's eye can see that it is mingling with this dust of death, these lives of a different time. Suddenly I cry for these people with unknown names. My tears draw clean lines on my dirt-caked face as if erasing the toils of this journey I have traveled. Quickly now i stand and muster the energy to continue. Moments later I see what looks like two human forms slowly moving towards me in their dejected manner. When they have gotten closer, a wave of nausea overcomes me because this is scarcely humanity; they are just empty shells with their eyes cast down and their bodies deformed. One of them begins speaking in a tongue that falls upon deaf ears. Her mouth is filled with dust- but now i am faced with a new horror when her companion looks up at me with nothing more than empty sockets- just black emptiness though his face is stricken with fear and angst from his soul-less state. And I feel nothing...
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