What do i want out of this? What am I really getting at here?  What is my agenda, my deal?  Let me confess.

I want to destroy your hope, every last ounce of it. I want to utterly deflate you, put a brick wall in front of your face.

I want to murder your belief in a secret spiritual element of yourself that can escape the tide of things.

I want to leave you utterly desolate, stranded, isolated and cut off from all salvation, momentum and dynamism.

I want you to feel the bare earth beneath you, to drag you down to my dark level, the very lowest place, where nothing moves.

I want you in defeat to touch this patch of damp ground hidden underneath the heavy stone of your despair

And to recognise that this is where you belong.


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