One step closer to Armageddon, closer to the ultimate end of this journey...

I am still awaiting my Revelation, waiting for all things to be reveled as I stand here staring at the wall that appears before me so very near and yet still out of reach. What will I find when this journey has ended? What will I find when the veils have been removed and I see the face of my Maker?

And what will the others think as they read these words? Will they nervously laugh as they turn away from this dying being? Or will they mock and ridicule this living corpse feeling content in the fact that it is someone else and not them?

As the words I have placed in this alley decay and turn to dust with the winds scattering them to points where they were never intended to go, will any of this matter in the least?

And so it is...