Chains From The Chambers Of The Deep Book

Chains From The Chambers Of The Deep

Behold the masses of bodies they'd brought with them in chains, all wooden dolls in appearance, one of whom slowly stuck out her wooden tongue to lick across and moisten her wooden lips; our eyes locked together slowly and trance like, as the chain gang of souls walked slowly on by.
From the very first hit of cocaine that morning, did I unwillingly tear off my clothes and stand upright for all the demons to gaze upon. Something was terribly different this time, for even as I closed my eyes, did I still see my fate before me. I cowered over like a child with my head down in fear, staring at the distance between the ground at my feet and the fiery domain of Hell, where my own wide eyes and long black eyelashes blinked slowly back at me. But this was only the beginning of it all.
Who had the power to summon the dead in Christ, but Christ? I'd summoned no shadows, but found myself lost between the shadows; peering and straining to see further then the burnt bridges we soon passed by (So many bridges were there, literally hundreds of them). Were these burnt, smoking bridges emerging from out of the shadows, actually the bridges of loved ones we'd all burned and thrown away during our lifetimes?
This was no longer about the cocaine I'd consumed, but rather the sins I'd committed in the process of it all the lies I'd constantly told and the people I'd hurt to get what I needed. Had I finally opened the wrong spiritual realms doorway, as I just knew I one day would? Please Lord Jesus, be it not for an eternity.