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Created on: November 06, 2008
The power trip is open wide and even though he knew where he was heading, the thrill of the ride makes the challenge irresistible. Wonder and lust, girls, girls, girls, it is all up in smoke as his ride begins. He spends his time wasting away as there is no greater feeling than the high he is on, but, he is an extremist and he has reached his plateau; he wants to climb higher and higher and this becomes his only mission. He chooses to ignore that his destination is limitless and his decisions are growing weak, he can't stop till he gets enough, but, it is never enough, he is left wanting more and more; he eventually becomes immune to the substance and its strength.
His days become repetitious and the nights never wind down, it is a revolving door that leads to a pathway of destruction. There is no time on the clock and no schedule to follow. His mission has no incentive and the only reward in pay would be his surrender. He holds the key and considers himself, Commander in Chief; no mercy is shown when under his thumb. He encourages no one's participation, but offers no consideration; eventually his troop discovers it is every man for himself. He senses his inhibitions running out of control and his veins are starving for a taste, he chooses self infliction by needle with other options of choice to follow. He convinces himself that he remains in control; in his mind the substance has gained no ground. He feels shameless as the rush takes over and thinking he is ahead of the game, he wastes no time indulging to the point where he grows lifeless.
The magnitude of the use of this substance becomes an endless game of challenge for him and it soon becomes evident, in the moment of glory, just how the glistening appearance of the substance activates his sensory gland. Without his inner willpower standing front in line, this game could go on forever; there are only two winners, the substance and death . The power struggle is so strong and enticing that its appearance, alone and every form of its use, intensifies his mental thoughts and supersedes his willpower. He rounds the corner to his final destination; where choice, consequence, fear and reality stand at the finish line waiting on his arrival. As he begins to clear his mind of the power trip, he realizes the narrow escape he made to save his own life. His final destination takes him to the wide open path where his new life's transition gradually transcends and the force of the enemy descends.
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