Out of the Dust and the Shadows, I Come

Trying to put a groan into words is like walking

along and hearing the sound of THE TRUMPET, but not

knowing where the sound is from, not knowing which way

to turn for the exit in the middle of a

fire. A hopelessness and helplessness overtakes you and you are

left with the base, raw emotion that pushes you to

react. You fight with everything that you have to death

or life. You run blindly, not knowing whether you are

on the way to danger or away from it. You

freeze and let evil overtake you to your utter doom.

After all is said and done, you rise, something new.

No, I didn’t say something bad or good, but Different.