Rush and Thief

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"...darkness is my closest friend..."

Submitted: December 25, 2016

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Lord, you are the God who saves me; 

day and night I cry out to you.

May my prayer come before you;

turn your ear to my cry.

I am overwhelmed with troubles

and my life draws near to death.

I am counted among those who go down to

the pit;

I am like one without strenght.

I am set apart with the dead,

like the slain who lie in the grave,

whom you remember no more,

who are cut off from your care.

You have put me in the lowest pit,

in the darkest depths.

Your wrath lies heavily on me;

you have overwhelmed me with all your 

waves.

You have taken from me my closest friends

and have made me repulsive to them.

I am confined and cannot escape;

my eyes are dim with grief.

I call to you, Lord, every day;

I spread out my hands to you.

Do you show your wonders to the dead?

Do their spirits rise up and praise you?

Is your love declared in the grave,

your faithfulness in desstruction?

Are your wonders known in the place of

darkness,

or your rightious deeds in the land of oblivion?

But I cry to you for help, Lord;

in the morning my prayer comes before

you.

Why, Lord, do you reject me

and hide your face from me?

From my youth I have suffered and been

close to death;

I have borne your terrors and am in

despair.

Your wraith has swept over me;

your terrors have destroyed me.

All day long they surround me like a flood;

they have completly engulfed me.

You have taken from me friend and 

nieghbor---

darkness is my closest friend.

-Psalm 88

 

 

Bushes, trees ,brush and thief. Bullets crack past his head as he seems to fly through the woods. he breathes in the air, smell of a burning forest and the taste of blood in his mouth, only spures him to run faster and further. His heart beats faster, but it is not fear of the men chasing him that grips his mind but rather dread that it could all be for nothing if he is caught his whole life summed up to a run through the woods. he takes of his coat in a instant he doesnt need it  to slow him down, he thinks "aysa run till ays dead...no ayes can't die not like this those damn coppers; How'd they find us theys must have forgot something, Ayes run as long as it takes...WHATEVER IT TAKES...thats what paw always says."

He had been bleeding bad and trying to put pressure on it to stop the bleeding but blood still found away to escape through  his mouth he needed to find a place to stop he handnt heard any gunshots for awhile after all. Anyone else would have fell over awhile back and died but he was "a big ole boy" at around 280 - 300 pounds he was known for his strength sence when he was twelve he knocked tommy"s teeth straight out of his head with three clean jabs. He found a cave he had to lied down and crawled inside to fit through the entrance. Once inside he grab some brush and small sickes , then he pulled some matches out of his pocket  he had gotton rid of his coat he was cold. while warming up he began thinking of his Father and the sayings he used he would try and make a song. He began to mumbled to himself  "Whatever it takes, to stand and not fail, whatever it takes, to break right out of hell, whatever it takes....maybe even for loves sake...when I leave this cave, but at least to stand this dark..whatever it takes...by Wayland...to be okay..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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