The Stairway to Heaven.
It is made of riches no man has ever been able to desire. To climb this stairway is to sell yourself
two fold, heart and soul. And as you begin your journey the angels shall torment you and the
demons will awake your darkest desires, the ones that you have never acquired. It is slippery as
the eels back but it provides the strongest foundation for your empire to be built in a state of
eternal prosperity and fire. It is a pendulum that shall swing either way and your soul will never
have a say in which part of the day it shall turn into dismay. You look to the top of it and
wonder what is at the end. As your dare to strain your eyes you hear the piper playing a song.
It strengthens your most heavenly desires. But as you gaze even deeper into his dark red eyes,
he laughs at you with no shame or despair. He watches you slip without a care. You had the
road split in front of you and you chose your path. The shame of it all is that you chose it with
his majestic guidance and you fell from the stairway to a world where your story means nothing
to the minds of a man.
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