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As I sit here in the bunker of my thoughts, I count the enormity of my choices that have been following me to the path of no return.
My unchecked thoughts which manifested into my awakening activities have dug a hole so big that it could swallow a city of angels.
God, I fear my luck has run out and I don't think I'm going to make it out of here alive. The bullets fly unseen, yet their sounds remind me of angry wasps coming for their intended prey.
Mortars which I tough were on the good side, my side, torn the flesh away from my comrades, without warning, making muscle into mush.
The dark, frumpy ground smells unlike anything that I've ever known before, felling this threatening moment so intense, terrified of death, pounding at the door way into my soul.
This may be my last stand, an unreached potential, stewing remnants in a half open coffin. I hear louder explosions going on around me.
Not my life ending in deluding frightening. I recalled my past a long time ago when I believed in kindness, compassion, sweetness, joy and fairness. Life was gentle, not harsh, and it was forgiving.
My soul conveyed a message of peace to itself, that my intelligence was only taking my imagination to the next level and anything was possible if I only believed it and wanted it deeply enough.