Natures of humanity.

Dear God,

I feel like I've started on a journey to hell. I can't see the ends, nor can I see the depths of this afflictive dwelling place to one and many. The sweltering heat, the maliciously tormenting screams, the raw situation, the inequitable fear of uncertainty and the agonizing blazes of torridity that I thread on every single second.

3 days. The ear-piercing screams have died. I am starting to aquire an immuity to the calefaction. My grasp onto sanity weakens as I begin to wonder the things hell has to offer. None. It doesn't change the fact that I am and have to be here. I am loosing track of time. There is no pillar of strength that I can hang on to for dear life. I look up and wonder if that is heaven. God, is that really You? Why don't you speak at all? Or is this disconcerted silence preventing me from hearing You?

My shoes can't withstand the charfe any longer. Looking for Satan is not an option that I would consider. That one way, is You. God. For now, its a trip IN hell as I trudge aimlessly in the debris of humanity and their unrepented transgressions. They speak of a different language, I could almost feel the torment as I gaze into their eyes. Flashes of trauma overwhelms me as fear gripped me like its favourite toy.

Perplexed debilitation pierced right through me. Fumbling in the dirt and grime, I picked myself up and stagger on... ...


Amen.