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Lorenzo Flynn

Abstract Inspirational Thriller

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Lorenzo Flynn

Abstract Inspirational Thriller

He

He

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 He,

had awaken with a virgin mind,

And the body of a moistened branch in a storm-- Heavy and limp,

As it lay across the floor's surface,

Like a rag draped over a sink faucet.


Recollection had ceased, as he had arisen like a shadowed flower pepping up to fresh sunlight--

Once dropping, now strong and standing. 


As he began to roam the foreground in near sight,

He pondered heavily,

Step-by-step,

About his purpose.

His identity.

What was happening? 

It was power and mystery he felt, as lay no other soul in sight. 


He approached a privileged place,

Accented by surrounding walls of pure gold,

In which showed no reflection of himself,

Only mirroring anything but.

This realization intrigued him.


He then extended his hands into the pit of clouds,

Exposing it's anatomy underneath.

This...


This was his moment. 


This was his greatest moment.


What he observed was a reflection,

But not of himself.

What starred back were the souls of men, and his creation.

It was only then his mind had been rekindled like a light to partial previously lit candlelight.


His memory had sparked,

As he had rediscovered his true form. The eyes that were displayed showed his truest reflection,

As only it could. 

It was then he remembered.....


He..

Was God.


His image,

So clear it ceased to have a trace of visibility.


As he realized,

He had laid down to slumber inside Heavens Waiting room.


Patiently waiting..


Time,

Ticking...


Ticking...


Ticking...


The flame from the earth below had awaken him,

Such as an alarm to the morning.


The smell had awaken him such as coffee to the morning..


The heat had awaken him,

Such as sunlight to the morning.


It was his time, 

To exit his hibernation.

He knew now was the time to return to douse the fires from the evils of the world. 


The crisp embers gently traced his nose hairs.


7 years had gone by.


Now...


Now that he remembered who he was,


It was time to let the rest of the world below him know. 


It was time to spare the creations that derived from his being.


It was time to save his reason for being, such as a father to his children.


They were there for him, 

As he for they. 


He descended into the clouds like a swimmer into a pool.


It was time to save his family.


It was time for him to be who he always has and will be....


It was time to be GOD.



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