Something unsheltered and raw has been scratching at the back of my eyes. An idea maybe. Something that started a long time ago, but has continued to smolder through ruin and duress. I've had my up days, sure, but there haven't been any stark moments of sunshine or clear horizons. No, it's been wilderness. I've been championed with this lofty goal - a task that only the strong hearted, only those who know their weakness and have the ability to surrender it can attain. This narrow road, and barren idealism, it's...it's not something that just anyone can grasp. No. It's much more demanding than an initial verbal agreement. That first moment of a rush that flutters through your heart, when you think that everything is right in the world, it doesn't mean anything when the hard things come biting back out of the black forests of time. There seemed to be a huge loss of that golden installment. That thrill of hope. But slithering demons and festering flesh boiled into your mind, and you fell in love with yourself as god. Even those who are of the strong hearted camp, even those who fight to carry on and cut through black. They even look back without regard to becoming pillars of salt. They, even I, reminisce about the times that it was easier to know nothing of what we do now, and live in blissful death. The pleasure and erotic seduction of wallowing in nothingness, to live as self proclaimed gods. Surely, we said, we will be like god. The Great Dragon told our first mother this, and genetically this was engraved as stone into the hearts of all. There was hell to pay, but only with the souls of the dead. The writing is on the wall, and the call to press forward, through this wilderness forcefully, is ever before us, beaming like a beacon of hope, breaking the callous scales that shroud my eyes. I have only the King to be loyal for. I have only him to prove my love. None other are the objects of my affection.
I really pull for my companions to journey swiftly alongside me - and to see folly for what it is. I don't have the map, or know the way entirely, but I follow the great beacon, the King of Kings.
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