Silence. Nothing but the lack of everything. Monotony eats slowly
at my will to live. People surround me. Content to live quiet, peaceful
lives. Not so for me. Passion abounds. It feeds the fire deep within
my soul, raging and growing. Moving me to speak. It lashes out
against the apathy within my heart and mind. It has given the world
an ultimatum. Either live or burn. They will burn. So I set ablaze
those things that hold such vise like grips on men. Those lies and
hopes and dreams that lead us onward to a cold, uncaring death.
I once was bound and shackled to evils that reveled in my demise.
But no longer. Breath flows into my lungs, and escapes speaking
of love. How love has conquered the grave. How it has set about
its work of changing the hearts of men. That I am its workmanship.
A living testament to its power. They come. From near and far
they’ve come to hear. Of love and its redeeming grace. They
embrace it, and are filled by it. Fire now dances on their tongues
and in their hearts and souls. It rages, burning down strongholds
and vices and lies. It spreads and sets the world alight. He is Love.
He has overcome the world.
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