Chapter 33 - THE MYSTIC
I see the angel of death at the door of my cave. Sadness does not flood me. Fear does not overtake me. Peace lights up my heart. After being in a prison of my guilt for so long, it is time. It is my time. “I see that you know.” My death says. “And it seems that you are prepared. “I have been prepared for a long time,” I say. My death draws closer. It is a beautiful sight. A chariot from heaven waiting to take me away. Not that I deserve that. If anything, for some of the things I have done I deserve to be cast deep into the pits of hell to burn for all eternity. “Your sentence was already written that day. It was not carried out simply because it would have been easy for you. You needed to see and feel the consequences of everything you have done. You brought evil into this sacred land.
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