I lie in this field and absorb my surroundings; The sun shines down and casts a hollow light; The forests on either end, menacing and dark. I raise my head and hear the cries. I reflect on life and love long past. I feel my heartbeat, bleeding in a bloodless existing. My impure thoughts flow forth staining the tongue on which they live; flowing freely no longer bound by the cares of an innocent man.
       
         The curses float through the air, riding on the wind trapped in the fire of the broken hearts left behind. They cry out to me and they ask “why?” Yet this love stays where it belongs; in the past lost in hate and tempered in the fire of the father who walked out on him. I am unworthy of love.

         I cry out to God in desperation; “how could you?” Life is not fair; neither is loss of life. Yet my unholy confessions in the face of desperation mean nothing to the Almighty Lord of Despair. Died for our sins? Or forced to endure the hardships of a generation with zero ideological tolerance? The future generations live in this overbearing shadow of doubt. So I crawl through this shadow, striving for light. I bleed the blood of a son of a less loyal man. Reaching the light I cry out for mercy; with my last breath I curse his wretched name.

         He appears and takes me to the Gates of Heaven. Why? Of all people I am forced to traverse this trail of trials with him? Or is this good? Is this our chance to converse? But before I can speak we have reached the Gates. I reach out wondering “why now?”; When suddenly they are forcibly shut forcing me down. To the fires that burn worse than hell itself. I am forced back to my body and I re-enter the battlefield forced to fight my losing battle.
       
        Walking towards another conquest, I contemplate what I saw...