Document created Tuesday, July 19, 2011, 11:30:06 PM
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There is a sudden twist. A snap. The mind breaks, crumbles. Thoughts decay, logic vanishes. The personality wavers, flees. It cannot survive in the madhouse you are about to become. Bile rises in your throat, blood flows freely. There is no escaping this. Your time is up. Do what you can, you cannot change the course of destiny. Your fate is determined, was determined many moons ago. Sacrificial lamb--the slaughter is coming.
You could try running, of course. Not that you’d get anywhere. Your brain becomes confused. It forgets what it’s supposed to do with your feet. You stumble over yourself, fall to the ground. Facedown in the ashes, you lie there. You cry. The ash becomes a paste, stuck to your lashes as you shakily rise. With a jolt, you realize you’re right where you began. The ashes vanish, but the tears remain. There is no escape.
You will not deny me. I will take you, I will wrap you in my embrace. Give into me, make it easier on yourself. The slaughter will be painful, it will destroy you from the inside out. My way is much nicer. Just fall asleep. You won’t even know what hit you, what ripped your head from your body, what sucked out your soul. You won’t even know what I’ve done to you. Not until it is too late.
But you don’t trust me. You don’t trust anyone. You prefer to flounder, to flail in a stew of your own tears and vomit, your anguish and fear. Fine. Just wait. The slaughter will catch you.
There is no escape.
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