A piece of spit in the air and my life forever around. How did something so light become so heavy.I guess weight isn't just mass, sometimes it can be what's said or the meaning behind something done. At the time I thought it just another day.
The soldiers were leading yet another so called heretic to his doom. His broken body supplying the labor for the cross he bore.I wonder now at what a weight it must have been and how he ever managed such a load. The weight of mankinds sins must have been great. I could hardly carry the little load that was mine own.I being like many, not as bad as some but not as I could be either.I worked, I laughed, loved, raged day to day never seeking anything more. So as the mob roared and jeered up their insecurities at this man, I too joined in, letting my defilement fly.
I still remember the look in his eyes.It was not hate or anger, maybe he saw something in me I did not see, some part of me that would become better for being a longtime here. There were so many others there but to me he said, "You shall walk this earth untill I return".
I am the InternalEternal and so I have.But that is a story for another day.A dangerous looking bunch:
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