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05/18/11(Wed)06:44 No.26033256>>26033246
Part 3 (final part)
As I pondered this, I came to a realization. The light, as much as the darkness was fear and hate, was hope, and salvation. All could see it, but against it, we are shadows, reflections of the hatred and terror in which we live our lives. We are too stained by the blackness to ever feel the warmth of hope, of love. The darkness has imprinted itself upon or very souls, and rendered us just as empty as it is; having no substance save for our own sins and transgressions.
When this epiphany came to me, and my illusions of hope and salvation from the black sea of despair dissipated, so did the stairway, leaving me again in the ebony void. I turned, and saw my true hope, my true salvation.
A ladder. Stretching up to the edge of the sky, past where the eye could follow. A ladder that led to true salvation. True salvation, not the empty promises and false illuminations of hope. Rescue from this hell of my own creation.
It was drenched in the collective bloodshed of all of humanity, and bathed in red light, emanating pure evil. Every step wreathed in barbed wire, razors, and nails.
It led to salvation, but not away from this hell. It was beckoning, enticing, telling me that the only escape, my only true salvation, was to embrace hell.
I approached it, and placed my foot down upon the first step, and watched the nails tear through my skin, and mutilate my flesh. I screamed in pain, but willingly degraded myself, each step an act of prostituting myself towards the evils of humanity, as I desecrated my flesh upon this altar of inhumanity until my flesh was no more.
I was no longer a man, no longer even the faintest shadow, but merely a piece. I fell from the ladder, but did not touch the ground. Losing all concept of self, I drifted into the black fear around me, and drifted into nothingness. |
