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Day One – First Step
I never believed I would survive thus far
Nor did I have any notion of surviving henceforth
For the vast purple gloom that stretched before us
And the horrors that had befallen us before
Seethed away my sanity
Yet, we pressed on
From sheer desperation
To utter despair
We pressed on
Day two – Land of Horrors
A few of us died today
Their faces twisted
Their skin bloated
One can only imagine the horrors they experienced before they drew their last breath
But I choose not to
Day three – Luminescent Plants
All natural light is gone,
Save for a speck of precious yellow glow in the distance
Streaking between the branches above
Yet, the forest is illuminated
Glowing in different shades of purple
Some in light blue
Like a cave
I do not dare to stare directly at these luminescent plants
For who knows what they are made of
What they are capable of
Day Four – Horrid Creatures
A creature so horrid, so deformed, that it could not possibly exist in this world.
Yet, such a creature lay before me, still withering in its deathly spasms
Though its body was grotesque – its meat was plentiful
I had many reservations eating such a thing
Not only because its hideous appearance,
its rat-like tail and gruesome fangs,
but also for what it had devoured before its capture
Day five – The Beacons of Light
It is unmistaken
The significance they have among our people
Though they are not of my kind
They are the strength that guides us
Keeps us together
The brother and the sister
The strength of Avos
Day six – Lord Avos
He is the creator of all that is good
And all that is evil
The caster of doubt
The Lord that cast us away
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Though, in his infinite wisdom
Gave us a way to repent
Gave us strengths to survive
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We are the children of Avos
The strength,
the mind
and soul of Avos
The manifest of his very being into our world
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One day he will take us back
Back to his kingdom
When we have repented
When we have been judged worthy to stand by his side once more
At the eternal kingdom of light
Of happiness
And contempt.
End
The Horrors of Writing 