Thought 3: Action

This is the true way.

I've told myself that I would implement every single plan into play. I must attempt to shatter such glass with my own hands. There will be an ending result, no matter how pretty or ugly the other side of the painting may be. A conclusion must be presented!

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One... Two... and... Three...

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So far I have only come up with three possible and rational options available to my said disposal. Now, I must make haste of all my options. The first option I must make priority of is prayer. Prayer is a praying the spiritual link between god and his creation. We, humans, cominicate with god though our hearts. Clenching my hands together I pray. Hoping I could take the easy way out of this death despairing limbo of a purgatory.

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Dear Lord, do answer my beckoning call.

I your humble yet arrogant creation call upon you.

I have been made in your image, with a chance.

A small but tiny chance at conversing in person.

I do wish to meet with...

Make contact...

Do please give me the honor...

I beg of such, if you had must bring me to such a realm.

Then there must be a purpose to my underlying existence.

You have killed me and...

I have killed others.

However in keeping me in such a place...

There had must be a reason.

What am I?

What of me?

Why chose me?

I cannot find another being such as I in this predestining realm.

So I ask thee once more, Why?

If you find it in the bottom of your benevolent heart to answer me.

Please do...

I your humble yet arrogant servant call upon you...

My creator...

God.

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I looked at the dazzling sunset presented to me. I have finished praying; not expecting to get answer just yet. What I expect to come in the near precedent to be signs. Signs of a suggestive reply from the one being. That one being that I wish to meet. That one being that I wish to question. All of it's doing to it's own creation. With that out of the way my next task would be Works of mercy, physical and spiritual.

I would not wish to do my second option for these people have no life. The persons that I observe in this lifeless realm. They have no life. I believe that each person... NO... each being and entity here, are stereotypes of human beings! I wish to say nothing more, for it would disgrace myself and the race of humans.

I have already done my final option. Judging and criticizing this blasphemous of a world. Now all I need to do is wait. By waiting I will be given my my sign. God's answer to my prayer of nonsense.

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