VOID
I see an abyss the size of eternity, planted in the heart of man, a horrible hollow in the core of mortals. I behold a vast edgeless gap in the midst of beings, a black hole taking rest in the soul of souls. I speak not of a poetic hole, nor of some imagined pit of hell. I speak only of reality, of what I’ve seen and felt: things too real to be unreal.
There is a world without end, emptiness without limit, in the belly of men. Believe me. A hollow such that eyes have never seen, deep as Satan’ final pit, rich with the stench of all that is rotten and gone.
There is a world without end, emptiness without limit, in the belly of men. Believe me. A hollow such that eyes have never seen, deep as Satan’ final pit, rich with the stench of all that is rotten and gone.
I speak not of a quiet, silent pit, but a void with a voice, a void with life and desires, sucking all things into its bleak dim midst. Now and then, the void calls out. It keeps calling. It never stops, mouth forever wide open, endlessly ready to burn, to fan flames of lust and vain wants; happily ready to tear lives apart, to crush in pieces the strength of saints, and to reduce to naught the energies of giants.
Once and again, I desired to be free, to live above this terrible pit’s reach, but I failed. I tried hard and sank hard, drawn even further into the snare of wants, swallowed up by rivers of desires. Then I turned to the Lord, my father and source, and from Him I sought help. He sealed the void, and opened a new one, a glorious portal into his very bosom. At last, I swim in liberty, free forever from the clutch of lusts and cravings.
Once and again, I desired to be free, to live above this terrible pit’s reach, but I failed. I tried hard and sank hard, drawn even further into the snare of wants, swallowed up by rivers of desires. Then I turned to the Lord, my father and source, and from Him I sought help. He sealed the void, and opened a new one, a glorious portal into his very bosom. At last, I swim in liberty, free forever from the clutch of lusts and cravings.
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