Dear soul, I am your future home. But I cannot offer you hardwood floors or windows. I cannot offer you a bedroom, or a closet for your belongings. I have nothing to offer but a simple space. Please know that your time with me is not by my choice. And I have no say so in how your visit will pass. You may find a light in me with gardens, underneath rivers flowing freely. You may find comfort in me. You may smell the lovely scent of the Heavens and feel the cool breeze of Paradise. Regardless you will look forward to the end of your stay anticipating the peace and blessings that lies ahead. On the other hand, you may only find torture during your stay, in which I will not be able to ward off the serpents, or other creatures that may enter. You may see the flames surrounding you and feel the heat of flames under your body. You may smell the sour scent of burning flesh. You may not want to leave me knowing much more anguish and suffering may lie ahead. I will not be able to help you or ease your suffering. Remember me frequently, your future home. You will be alone. I hope to be a place of pleasure and a host that offers coolness and light. But if I am told, I will be dreadful, filling myself with serpents and flames. Moving in is inevitable; it is not up to you or I. Think of me as a warner, hoping to spare you the misery that I have seen so many others go through. Please don’t blame me if things don’t go your way, and your time here with me is unpleasant. So be wise of the choices you make and realize the precautions you need to take. Sincerely, Your grave
Posted on: Thu, 12 Sep 2013 05:52:18 +0000
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