Why are we seen as children of the underworld who are controlled with chains and buckles on our legs. We are given food and drink when needed but dragged around like mules in the hot burning sun. Cuts and bruises are neglected, hair is unkempt and smelling like ass. When the end draws near, the bright white light shines in our faces, everything goes blank, we think its a new dawn only to realise we're up there looking down at the ones who made us. We start to reflect on everything that has came and gone, images flashing through our minds rapidly from the first second the the very last, everything becomes chaotic, panic-stricken we run for our lives, the immense torture of the flames, The heat of the almighty sun, the power of the immortal sea, the inhumanity of the wind. Silence arises, we stare at each other blankly, babies crying, children screaming, our souls part and we leave the universe, all the way up to eternal darkness.
(*I dont know what i just wrote but it connected in my mind*)
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