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Type: Text I tried to run but my ankle caught in a hole in the catwalk and snapped. They dragged me to a closet until they could "prepare the church". I suspect they mean to kill me. In these final hours, it's not the numbing pain of my ankle that preoccupies me or even fear for my life. I know I will die. What worries me is what will happen when I do. Is there even such a thing as Convergence? We've been told our entire lives how wonderful it will be but what we have witnessed is anything but. And this Voice - are we instruments of it's divinity or have we become the tools of our own destruction? I find myself hoping that none of it is true and that, when I die, I will feel nothing and this nightmare will finally be over. I have only one more moment of pain to endure. And then I will be free. |
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