Excuse me as I lift your brow….

The stairs in front of me beckon me so persuasively to travel them and to follow them down to where they will lead me to the enviable, but I stay silent and motionless knowing of what I have selfishly created, for my surprise arrival they will impatiently wait to embrace.

The oddly welcoming gates to the hellish arena are opened, only now will I truly be revealed to thyself, the spoiling of a warrior is over, now you stand tall and alone as I watch over you with a slouched posture of overwhelming weight, the guardians I sent to you as gifts you have abused, you have become weakened with each failed acknowledgement of love.

Playtime is over, your earthly experience is soon be closed off to you, and you thought humanity was painful my child, you will now see karmas reflection while the pain you carry into battle is of the wounded ones you have so blindingly hurt, spiritually crushing is watching you create your own ending.

Denial of your reason will destroy your moment in the outcome.

Written By: Christopher M. Schultz