Old post... new audience.

Old post... new audience.

in coming back here I thought what a good oportunity to re post some oldies...

originally published on February 9, 2005. Edited on March 22.
Vents from the hot place

Terrible things are heard in the makeshift shack that rests above the vents. Confessions from forgotten souls whom could not embrace their true beings before the reaper got his score. The wailing is incessant though almost inaudible.

I lived her for two years as the sole caretaker of one of the most twisted places on earth. We have all heard of ley lines, one of the earths greatest mysteries in fact. Well I live at the epicenter of the first line. I live where all other lines began, during the fall of the creation.

Some of the stories you have come to believe, are true. There is a place like hell. And it is horrible. But you see the part that is omitted is that the earth was created by a resident. Yajova (later becoming your god) needed a place to escape from hell, to. So he began to construct a world a dirty world that he would like. With all the perversions he could dream up. He fabricated the world with a song, the notes of which still ring in our world’s core like the dying hum of a tuning fork.

At the crescendo Yajova decided to leave his symphony of feinds to begin his accent to the surface of his masterpiece. As he dug for the next 7,000 years his band played on, never missing a beat never loosing tempo.

Just as Yajova broke through the crust and escaped into the soul of a baby, unexplainably the music stopped. And Yahova’s power was lost. And so was Yahova, lost in the soul of a dying mortal. He had 40 years at most to make his mark to live his final chapter.

And so, goes the beginning of the story of Xrist, and the end of humanity.

And here I sit protecting the one entrance and one exit to the world of lost souls.