And then I felt chills in my bones,
the breath I saw was not my own.
I knew my skin that wrapped my frame,
wasn't made to play this game.
And then I saw Him,
Wait. This was a different him. This him was not your demon, nor was he any demon, for that matter.
He was clothed in dignity and strength and He surely looked as though the demon could not trip Him, He could not fall.
Torch in hand, He laid it out
what HE had planned.
It was different. His plan was far from the demon's and mine.
And then I said,
My voice escaped me. I could not speak no matter how hard I tried.
And then He said, I'll take the grave. Please just send them all my way.
And I began to understand
why God died.
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A Car, A Torch, A Death
Short Storybefore reading, listen to the wonderful song 'A Car, A Torch, A Death' by Twenty One Pilots
