Waiting... Waiting... I'm waiting for Him. He is going to come for me. I know he is. He has to. I have always been his most faithful follower. He is coming for me. He will save me, rescue me from this place. I know he will. He has to. I keep telling myself this, over and over again, yet he never comes. But I will not loose faith in my Lord. Ever. Suddenly, the wall seperating me from the outside world is blown to pieces. I shield my eyes, and wait until the debri has settled. I walk unsteadily out into the night, feeling the cold, damp night air on my face. I throw my head back and laugh maniacally. My Lord has come for me. He has come to save me.

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