Timothy Van Ausdal

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Dreaming towards extinction...bound by time, may I take you to the right side of my mind. My body weakened as I wallow towards the cesspool of lies spewed by men of old who dwell among us since the beginning of time. They whisper sweet little lies into my never full eyes. My temptation fueled by the cares of this world as my soul moans, consumed by pain, blind from my BLEEDING TEARS fed by the fuel of memories. The chambers of horror are flooded by the inflictions of men who are consumed by their hunger for evil. My body, soul, and spirit are drowning as they battle for truth, holding onto the endless need for a minute measure of faith given to me freely by the one of three who seeks no recognition. My flesh is weak, but my spirit hungers for the word to fill my soul, the need always begs for more...Faith, based on truth as I seek for the reward of life eternally, forever dwelling in the midst of light. The light, temporarily hidden by the empty black hole of the fallen...until I grasp for my last breath.