Stepping across the threshold, my mind captures a world

An enemy follows close behind.

The shadows track my progress along the stretching room

And the long lost mothers scream their hate

Stepping forward nervously, yet eager to get through the light,

The stabbing creeping light,

The light which tracks my progress before the stretching gloom

And the long lost daughters scream their fear

Stepping towards the goal my tongue is stilled in my head

The enemy farther behind

The watching eyes track my progress from the stretching hand

And the long lost brothers weep their tears

Stepping eagerly now away from the light, away from the knives

The enemy now left behind.

The welcoming arms encourage my progress through the creeping doom

And my long lost Father holds me near.


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