The Complete JourneyThe Complete Journey.
Drifting, drifting.. gone.
Sinking, slowly sinking down.
I wake, I am standing in a forrest, some sorry people are in the branches of the trees above me.
Where am I?
I walk on, come to a gate, a gate of black marble, with blood stained writing.
The writing is old, decayed, and over read.
I can't make it out.
Walking on I find a boat, guided by a lone soul.
I caugh and a coin comes out of my mouth.
The coin has a face, with horns on it, glimmers like blood in the moonlight.
The thought crosses my mind for a minute "Where Am I?", then is blown away like a seed in the wind.
The river man seems to be gesturing to the coin, I hand it to him and get into the boat.
We slowly navigate the river.
Bubbles coming up from the depths, pop, and eminate wild terrible screeches and screams.
I cover my ears and cower in fear.
One of my fellow passengers is dragged into the deep green water and is dragged under by hands.
His screams, muted, by a hand firmly clasped over his mouth.
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She stood over his body like a somber weeping willow tree.
Crimson flow of blood cascading down the cabnets like a waterfall.
His eyes, gazing and staring back into eternity.
Holes, in the mahogany wood each, a deep and dark pit.
The weapon, laying at the floor untouched by her.
The smell of death floating heavly in the air.
She walked on, toward a phone.
Dialing a number, and leaving the area.
Walking toward a dark asylumn she wept.
Commiting her self for delusions and insanity she peacefully walks her self to her own grave.
Months, years, pass.
She walks, clean, and free.
She wanders to the cemetary where the cold, wet harsh rain falls over head.
A weeping willow stands over, and looks over his grave.
She silently lays roses at the grave stone.
Walking onward, she looks toward the future.
She quietly crys about what once occured.
Looking up at the willow, she views the Stygian shore's ever living espial view.
She unfolds a rope quietly, over his decrepid gra
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The clip of seven.
One for each.
Use the clip of seven and take me now.
Clip of seven, take me.
Let the blood flow from the seven holes where you puncture me.
Take the pain, and make it go away, clip of seven.
Seven messengers, messengers delivering seven sins.
Envy for the things that are.
Gluttony for the things that we have and devour with a hunger.
Wrath a hate so strong you can feel it burning inside of you like a flame.
Sloth, a tiring slowness that makes your life grind to a halt.
Lust an emotion for things that you wish you could have.
Greed of the things that you covet and hide from prying eyes.
Your pride is who makes you who you are, yet you always wish you had more.
Clip of seven.
Deliver these messages, make your message quick and fast.
Quick and fast so that I don't feel you deliver the message.
Take my Envy, with my right hand.
Take my Gluttony, with my left hand.