Will we always be this fallen? Who’s going to lift us up? Who’s going to wake us into another life? Who’s going to show us another life? What’s going to take us there – to our other life? How are we going to cross over to the other life?
Why was it given to us to feel these things? Why is it we who know these things?
Who were possessed by? Who possessed us?
Why are they doing this to us? Who’s doing this to us? What trial are we in? Why this endless – darkness?
At least we know we’re dead. At least we know it. No one else does. They don’t know yet – but they will.
Like we’re part of some strange new phase. We’re from the future. From the cancelled future. From the no-future. Like we come from death. Like we come out of death.
We’re farther ahead of them in truth. We know what they don’t know yet. We’re prophetic. We’re visionaries.
It's already happened to us. We know that it’s happened. We’re already out there. We’ve already died.
And what will happen then, when they know that they’re dead, too?
Work in Progress 