Buried Alive (Open) Apr 26, 2007 20:49:41 GMT -5
Post by Lilium Kether on Apr 26, 2007 20:49:41 GMT -5
When I awoke, I found myself in utter darkness. Reaching out with my hands I felt around. To my very own horror, I found that I was encased in stone. How long was I unconscious? With my hands, and the only sense that would ring true in this tomb I found my book, and my staff. Good, at least whoever had buried me alive had the decency to place my things in my grave. As I lay there, I wondered what had become of me.
I remember that I was on the busy streets of Jerusalem, contemplating the changes that had taken place over the past millenia. The bustling streets. The strange markets. The unnecessary devices. Their strange clothing, the odd language. The Gentiles and Yeshuites in the city. Then I remembered what had happened. A strange man entered a shop, and there was fire. Fire as if God himself had ripped the man from positive existence into negative existence. Then I wondered....
Am I dead?
Is my suffering finally over? Will I no longer be hungry? Homeless? Thirsty?
Have I gone to Hell?
I tried to push the stone that was covering my coffin off, yet to no avail. My strength was gone, and I arrived at the conclusion. That this must be Hell. Not only was I unable to escape. But I was alone, and no mortal would find, nor remember me.
If you aren't remembered, then you never existed.
My power... it was all gone. I was weak then. I couldn't even remove the stone with my God given power. That is why I stopped masking my signature. If I was truly in Hell, no one would feel me there anyway. They would all be preoccupied with their own suffering.
I don't deserve this. God of my Father, hath thou Abandoned me?