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Posted by
John Smith April 28, 2015 -
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"Sign Here"
Unsheathed blade, steadied on the canvas
He contemplates the terms, pen in hand
Spur of the moment; blade draws blood and
He inevitably signs his own warrant with it
The gates have broken, unhinging wildly
Irresistibly tempting the next in the ranks
Of the chosen few. He gravitates toward it,
As reversal is futile- after all, it was
He who caused this, a series of self-aware
Choices burning another's pages beyond
Repair. Marks of blood are permanent.
He crawls into the void, reborn
Pages torn from the book
Reassembled anew, bound and
Sealed. This book will never stain
Nor tear. Sithis returns to the gate
Which he had unhinged, silently
Approaches and forges a new lock
From the ashes, a lock that will
Never fail. It is locked from the outside
And has no key, the only escape
Is to leave the living body, become
Formless as Sithis, and join him
In collecting the next prisoner,
The next name signed in blood, a guilty
Soul on its way to salvation
Or eternal servitude, yet
Each having the same destination.
The choice is yours.
Will you sign?