savior epic

Chapter 134

In the endless darkness.

The man feels himself in an abyss.

This seemed to be a place deeper than hell, dark and gloomy.

The man got up from the darkness, he was suddenly at a loss, he didn't know what to do, and he didn't know where to go.

He just walked aimlessly forward.It was a numb feeling, and he was being pushed forcibly, not allowed to stay.

Everything in the dark is not quiet.

There were wailing and crying in the distance.

The man felt familiar, so he hurriedly approached, and saw a pair of mother and daughter hugging, they were extremely thin, mourning the pain of hunger, they seemed to be trembling in the cold wind, begging others humbly.

There was nothing he could do but pass them and keep walking.

With each step he felt something press against his back, like suffering.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the man heard the wailing again, this time even more terrifying than before.

A thin man, he was tied on the platform by the priest, and his flesh was cut off with a knife. The priest shouted loudly for the blood sacrifice.

In the familiar scene, the man’s hands trembled, and he couldn’t help touching it, but the scene of suffering suddenly went to the other side, and the ghost still lingered. This place, which is deeper than hell, seems to be mocking him and teasing him.

With more weight on his back, the man could only keep going.

This darkness was boundless, and as he walked further and further away, he heard more and more misery.

Endless suffering squeezed on his body.

People howled, wailed, and fell to their knees. They had suffered a lot, but they still had to endure it. They were devastated.

The man's heart is getting heavier and heavier.

The misery on his back dragged him down, nearly crushing him completely.

A man doesn't know how far he has come, nor how far he should go.

Those sufferings are so sad and hateful, and there is no end in sight.

until he gets somewhere.
At this time, in the boundless darkness and misery
"Nora Rich."

The voice instantly resounded through the heavens and the earth.

In front of the man's eyes, a candle suddenly lit up.

He held the candlestick in his hand at some point, and it was stained with rust.

The man felt the warmth and held the burning candlestick.

The journey was so far away that it seemed like a lifetime would never end, but the man raised his legs and continued on.

The darkness squeezed him, and the man saw another misery.

It was a child whose hand had been cut off, and he was mad, crying and laughing.

At this time, the man gently raised the candlestick, and under the candlelight, the light slowly gathered on the child's severed wrist, and a pair of newborn and intact hands reappeared on his wrist.

The child looked at the man in surprise.

He illuminated and dispelled the misery in the child.

The man smiled, hugged the candlestick, and continued to move forward, step by step.

the sufferings he has tasted.Repeatedly.

A man goes through a lot of suffering.

This road is so sad, so difficult.

However, he clung to the little candle.

Suffering cannot overwhelm him, it will never destroy him.

Because of the unquenchable candlelight, it guides his direction and guides this soul who has experienced all the sufferings in the world.

The man walked for a long time, until he reached a certain end, and there was no more road ahead.

He raised the candlestick in his hand and illuminated the front with candle light.

There is a door in front of you, and the gap between the door reveals a sacred light and shadow.

The man pushed it away.

Images of icons, priests, benches, open scriptures, and choirs clearly appeared before his eyes.

The man suddenly found himself in the church, the church where the memorial service was held.

The tall ribbed windows and the murals on the dome are colorful, the soft light diffuses into the window lattice, and the pieces of stained glass glow with gorgeous luster.

The nine rows of benches on the floor tiles were full of people, and there were many people standing on both sides of the benches, holding the holy images in their hands.

Men look at them, Cassel, Keke, Colvin, Rebecca, Abdul, Tavernkeeper, Almin. A sheet of paper. Familiar faces or strange faces, young or old, thin Or obesity. Men know that they are liberated people.

With tears in their eyes, they tried to smile at each other, trying not to look so sad.

White pigeons flitted past the window lattice of the church.

The man realizes that this is his memorial service.

"A few days ago we lost him, a man we loved so much."

The priest recited scriptures.

The more than 30 children in the choir stood quietly under the stage with their hands behind their backs, waiting quietly.

After the priest's eyes were moist and he finished reciting the last verse, he silently closed the scriptures.

"Lord, bless him, people, remember him!"

So the children sang hymns.

The voice is melodious and melodious.

Boom, boom
The teaching bell rang along with their singing, again and again.

so loud.

Holding a candlestick, the man walked among the crowd, walking forward, unhurriedly, as if stepping on the bell step by step.

The voices of the children are so crisp, following the melody of the music, blessing him and remembering him.

"Lord have mercy"

The people on the bench folded their hands and bowed their heads. They called out to the Lord softly, begged the Lord, and went to receive the soul they loved, chanting and whispering.

The man walked towards the icon, step by step.

The children's singing did not stop, and the prayers of the people did not stop.

This soul, which has suffered so much, is blessed and cherished by all the liberated people at this moment.

Finally, he went to the icon.

The melodious singing was coming to an end, and the children sang the last sentence.

"Lord above,

He has suffered

Lord above,
He is still so kind. "

The man turned his head, and as the hymn fell,

The crying children wiped both sides of their cheeks, people trembled and could no longer hold back the tears in their eyes, they got up and hugged each other.

He understands, he understands.

It wasn't just a bunch of kids singing.

And it wasn't just those present at the memorial who were hugging.

He knows, he knows.

It is people who have suffered so much, singing faith in unison.

This is people struggling, rising up and embracing hope.

The man smiles at the world, looks at the icon, and never looks back.

Bye, Kassel, bye, Rebecca, bye, Keck, bye, Colvin, bye, Abdul
"Goodbye, New World."

Let's go to tomorrow, people who are finally liberated.

The man touches the icon lightly.

The candlelight in his hand suddenly brightened, wrapping him gently.

When the man opened his eyes, he saw a dilapidated house, he remembered, it was old Figg's house, he was in the slave den.

He stepped forward, stepping briskly and steeply.

When he reached the door, he stopped.

"Lord, I have fulfilled my covenant with You."

Then, the man waited quietly.

God stood by his side, as always.

"Moses, your name is Moses," He said.

The man asked softly: "Is there any meaning? The Lord who made a covenant with me."

Every name has a meaning.

"Because you have tasted all the suffering in the world,"

God spoke to him slowly:
"Take people who have not lost their hope, and get out of Egypt that oppresses them."

The man nodded slightly, he had fulfilled his covenant with the Lord.

He pushed open the door.

It was a familiar room, with narrow window lattices and creaky beds, as dilapidated and simple as always.

In front of the window lattice, stood an old man with a chest like a candle.

Candlelight shines through the clothes, like an angel spreading its wings.

Old Figg waited for him with a candle, waiting for this soul that had suffered so much.

Moses smiled, happily.

"Long time no see, kid." Old Figg grinned.

"Old Fig, old Fig."

Moses couldn't say any more, repeating his name.

Old Figg looked at him kindly.

"Hey, come with me.

We hold faith and hold hope. "

Moses stepped forward holding the candlestick and asked:
"Where are we going?"

Old Fige's eyes were moist, and he said gently:
"Come on, let's go,

Go to the place where the shackles are cut off.

Go to the place where thousands of candles are lit. "

Moses nodded. He put his candlestick here and held Old Figg's hand.

Later, they left.

In the dark, that little candle will never go out, always bright.

Many years after the rise of the Republican Calendar, historians have continued to summarize and research from the heavy historical materials, and then try to restore and guess one thing:

Cassel, who is getting old, always opens his long poems inadvertently before he dies.

It was an anthology of poems, the first of which was a long poem dedicated to Alan Bein.

The end reads:
Everything is logical.

Come alone, and leave alone.

He passed away, and the soul of this suffering person will always be honored.

He rests in peace, and I hope he rests beside the Lord.

I was at peace and so was he.

because,

Lord above.

(End of this chapter)