Maggie.

"Faith consists in believing when it is beyond the power of reason to believe."
-Voltaire

Think of a fireball, barreling out of control, a million miles an hour and just pretend it's on a collision course for you. A mile a way and closing, gently close your eyes and relax. Take a deep breath, but don't hold it in. Let the sky fall on top of your shoulders and let the world sneak inside your lungs. Open your eyes and see the fireball is not only out of flame, but frozen directly in front of you. Reach out and touch it and feel the death piercing inside of your fingertips. This is the first and perhaps last time you get to play god.


Determine for yourself which direction to take this from here, and you'll find a new way to venture further on past the light and deeper into yourself. You are the maker of your own destiny and yet you can't seem to get the noise out of your head. Play the super hero all you want, but at the end of the day, you find yourself clinging to the bed and slipping further in the pillow's cold sweet grasp.


Fuck the noise. You're here for a reason. You reach out with a furious intent. You punch a hole straight through the dead star and it shatters, like a plate-glass window. You find a new thing about yourself and realize that the world won't take you out that easy. Take a moment to breathe, and as you open your eyes you find a new life standing before you. You see a shadow taking form; you see a day reborn. Standing tall, you find a woman before you, reaching out and calling your name from the tornado of glass. Just a whisper at first, but then a piercing scream followed by complete silence. 


You have come this far and yet the end lies behind a wall of broken glass and mutilated flesh; a pain you have never dealt, nor received. Find the reason deep inside; find the power somewhere and punch a hole through this like millions of times before. You are destined to reach her; you are supposed to be more than you seem. Tonight is the the night you light up the darkness and burn a hole through the sun. 


You take two steps back, you drop your shoulder and scream so incredibly loud, you can see the glass shards vibrate. You slide your left foot sideways and let your body shift it's weight. You reach out, close your eyes, and focus on her face. Believe... When it's over you'll, see the world crumble to the ground and in the middle of the chaos will be peace, like standing in the eye of a hurricane. One final rumbling roar and you dig deep, shifting the ground itself and you displace even the air around you and tackle your way into the carnage of broken glass. You fight every sliver like each was sent specifically to destroy you. So fragile, yet deadly. You are the last remaining hero in a world lost so long ago. Dig deep find a reason to carry on and she will be there waiting for you. 


The world can come to and end but not until you fight, you will never know what it all means.  


And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying, "Come and see",
And I saw and behold a white horse

There's a man going around taking names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There will be a golden ladder reaching down
When the man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup
Or disappear into the potter's ground?
When the man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon, no shalam, no shalom

Then the father hen will call his chicken's home
The wise man will bow down before the throne
And at his feet they will cast their golden crowns
When the man comes around

Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the man comes around

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