Imagine. Imagine.
Imagine wanting something so very, very desperately that you would smash away all the walls locking out danger and begin the slow, trembling waltz into condemnation.
Imagine the truth stripping your soul and staring, staring, staring at you through unfathomable, unblinking eyes. Imagine Heaven and Hell rolled into one and myriad, inhuman fingers stretching forward and stealing what is rightfully theirs. Imagine blood, blood everywhere and the wail of a crying child lost within the depths of darkness. Imagine yourself, broken inside and out, bowed on the threshold of a twisted parody of Eternity. Imagine terrified cries drowned in ghostly whispers. Imagine corruption of a soulless, scared, sweet and harmless child. Imagine hopelessness and sin clawing at your heart until nothing is left, imagine damnation, imagine your own son's hands tightening around your throat and numbness and relief and justice.
Then imagine your son's last shred of goodness rotting away.
Imagine tears and blood and death of beings that cannot live.
Imagine it all.
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And wish to whatever gods there are that this is just a nightmare.