Testing the Waters

Their is no time left trap in a world of no existing. As I try overcome my fears I continue to be lower into the darkness. A world of evil that has no understanding It seems like the devil knows my every move. I have created an evil spirit. A phantom that keeps plucking at my flesh eating away my soul. I find myself at the crossroad figuring out which way to go No left or right turns. The only way out is up the road or down unless I choose to stay. I dream this world being perfect at one time Without one living soul on earth. How beautiful was the atmosphere the clean refreshing air. There was no corruption whatsoever this world was perfect and complete. I am searching for this world. How do I enter a world of absolute pure cleanness. The thought of evil does not exist. I would like to start at the beginning, a new innocent freshman. A man with one mind, one heart, one soul. One spirit and one body. I soon will test the waters. by: T Creston Foster