BOUND TO SALVATION

A shadow filling the empty void of existence is but a mere fragment of the true sensation of a life wondering alone.

Empty plains that stretch as far as the fragile eye can see, wandering, searching, exploring the depths of a loveless land that sweeps away life like a hawk from the sky.

The steps follow like a blind man without his guide dog, route less, vulnerable, empty, forever burdened with a lustful heart and an empty void.

Is he in the plains of hell?, consuming himself ever so slowly in a continuous pattern of silent torment.

The night sky captures his drifting consciousness; it illuminates his sight with the marvels of the astral-celestial painting full of discovery and possibility.

He feels a slight tingling sensation under his feet, like the warmth from a hot water spring rock emanating from beneath .

His expression of endless pain begins to fade away like the morning mist over the mountains.

A gleaming ball of overwhelmingly powerful light appears before him, regenerating his pain into awe and blissful pleasure.

He wonders in confusion as to what is happening before him, taken from a torture chamber into a luxurious location of sensational vibrations and healing energy.

Has he died and gone to heaven, or has heaven come before him, only time will tell.

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