I once again find myself in the land of the damned. I set out for a hike much too close to it's borders. I begin to daydream and I wonder into the territories of the Blacklands. I know the way I came in but here the compass exists in deception, and the sign posts - they lie!
I think I see a way out, but then my footings gives way. I stumble and slice my forehead open on a jagged stone. I slide on my side towards a steep cliff. I grasp at a thorny weed growing from the razor's edge. The tiny barbs enter my skin but I am grateful that it saves me from the rocky abyss below.
I regain my footing. Hell is hot and sweat and blood cloud my vision.
I climb, I stumble, I climb, I tumble, I climb and I fall yet again. My head again meets hard rock. I lose all sight. I panic, but then I think my sight has not served me well up until this point anyway. I laugh. The reality of this place falters at the sound. Oh yes, this place does not like the sound of laughter. It is like the sound of the judge's gavel as it screams guilty to the condemned man. Laughter sounds like joy, and happiness. Ugly, painful sounds.
I forget about my vision, my vision has always been shit anyway. I open my heart to HIS vision. I remember, that is why I am still here to "fight the good fight". When I was blind he led me, and here I am again. Blind, alone, and in need - he whispers "Follow MY vision son. For I will lead you to victory over this land of lies".
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