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expect to be revealed is a stretch of perpetual darkness, shadowy figures resembling that of human bats, an overwhelming rush of sweltering heat reflected from the streets of fire, and an unwelcoming mist reeking of sulfur. I look upon your face once more and attempt to utter a thought, but my voice remains silent before you. My mind is racing, as my eyes wander. I am trying to collect all my misplaced thoughts, yet they remain lost in the abyss of my hollow mind. Suddenly I find myself breathing heavier. My eyes begin to widen as if they could take up my whole face. My heart is pounding as if it could burst out of my chest at any given moment. My head slowly turns, terrified, I look to you once more and whisper two words in a faint, trembling voice, “Judgment day.�

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Centripetal Volume 12 Issue 1  

Volume 12 Issue 1--Fall 2010