I was racing down the highway of hypocrisy, measuring the distance by the headlights of my short sightedness. False confidence, the rush of speed and power holding me firm in its embrace.
I smiled to myself, secure in my justifications to build and profit from weapons that would kill for a God made in my own image.
Lost in my reverie, contemplating my complete freedom from conscience, the road of self-righteousness I was traveling narrowed. The canyon walls of cause and effect rose high above and pressed in upon me from either side.
The screeching of my realization straining against the pavement of false pride and heinous pretense rose in my ears like the sound of a million children screaming. Where the black lines of my destiny crashed through the guard rails of my humanity, I left the road.
I found myself standing on the edge of the highway, watching as the remains of my mortal existence were received by the eternal desert below, a glow rising into the night like the campfire of an ancient truth.
In her hand she held the bullet I had made for her, the bullet that killed her.
I have come to take you home where you will remember that we are one, she said.
She took my hand and together we walked out of that dark canyon of consequence and into the light of understanding.
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