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Ancient doors creak and groan
scraping back the dust
of ages gone

A formidable sight...
like standing guardians since time immortal

Slinking in
past swirling fog
I pause
to calm my fear
adding strength to resolve
when suddenly...
a deafening voice ERUPTS
with EXACTING FASTIDIOUS truths

Solid ground shatters beneath me
I hover helplessly
Below me...
a noxious boiling maelstrom

The voice of truth EXPLODES from above
ECHOING my 'Every Sin'
the resounding shock-waves
drive me down

Legs lifted high
to avoid the searing pain
then
a tangle of blistered hands reach out
and drag me within the churning inferno

Blinding spin and unbearable suction
envelope

Scream fades to gurgle
Unconsciousness welcome though never met
The searing pain still rising yet

Each fibre ripped apart
to molecular particle

Riding the vortex of purification
Separating sins from soul

Finally

Cast out
and caught yet again by the uterine web
with the voice of truth
still taunting ...

" BETTER LUCK THIS TIME

Reviews

[McEltic]

Thankyou Dara… this is about Judgement Day and how we’re always given another chance to relive and do better.

[Dara]

This is a very powerful write and has me wondering if it has to do with a person’s “fall from grace”. It seems packed with interesting metaphors and wanting to learn more. Thank you for sharing your profound, prophetic words.