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Thursday, March 02, 2006,9:45 AM
Soul Shriek
There are times in life when you need to scream. To walk into an overly crowded area and just release all of your energy into that crowd; yelling at the top of your lungs with a force so intense all of Heaven and Hell shudder. The veins on your neck engorge with blood, your face becomes flush red, eyes bursting out of thier sockets, breath quickly vanishing from within your lungs, and still you scream. Louder and louder you scream. Your voice goes dry, you loose all air, and your mouth hangs there, open, still screaming from within. Filled with so much rage and contempt for this world your body melts away until all that is left of you is your soul. Your soul screaming to be free, to be heard, to be at peace for once and for all. Your soul shrieking, tearing its self out from within your inner recesses and into the physical world. Your fists clenched so tight the fingernails dig into the palm; cutting the flesh and penetrating deep until thick red blood gushes from the newly formed, self inflicted, wounds. Pain surrounds you. The pain of frustration and anguish. The pain of loss and humility. The pain of helplessness and rejection. The pain of your soul ripping through your heart, ribs, chest, muscles, bones, flesh, and skin until it explodes free of it's prison since birth. Your legs are weak, feeble, wobbly. You feel as if you are about to collapse. Your mind has begun to rot away. From out your flesh your soul breaks away. A great white light penetrates your skin. From about the heart a bright glow illuminates the darkness of your surrounding. People flee in terror. A small hand peeks through this light followed by another. They grasp the edges of a single hole from which the light eminates. Slowly at first stretching the hole out until enough force can be made to rip it apart. Flesh and bone, bile and blood, splatter as the body is torn apart by the hands of the great white light. The body falls away revealing the lone silhouette of a great and mighty spirit. You spread your wings and take flight. All hell can't stop you now.
