Intent

Those face s hanging from the cliff will not let me rest in peace – even in my grave. I can hear silent, mocking laughter every moment.

I’m sure this must be Hell. If there is a God, He is mighty upset with me. These people are presumably punished for their crimes. One by one – the faces appeared on that cliff, and got etched in stone. I don’t remember their names – that one word describes them all- Evil.

But what are they doing here? Do they realize there is energy circulating in the grave, working to reach its peak potential and burst out – to destroy them and everybody of their ilk?

God, do You exist and are You listening? I don’t want to see my face appearing on that cliff in the next round. You know the intent was different, and it is all that matters in life, death or thereafter.

 

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