The Next Thing

Now that I realize I have long ago escaped you. Now that I've escaped that awful thing which contains so much young life, I proceed. I press toward the mark mark of the prize, who's place is craved by all those she still live with you.
     Behold, freedom is what I hold! Now, what you do with it, I was never actually told. To grow, yes of course that must be next on the list. But, in which way to move, the true question sits. Now that I've conquered pain, suffering, and death... What left is there to do? What is left to overcome? Should I continue on the more, just to wait for another battle? It pains me to have to write this, but I'm not sure I can't wait any longer! I fear, sweet dear, my mind and soul are growing quite restless.
    Yes, that mind that desires to be used, that eye that desires so badly to see... they need something to accomplish. They can no longer sit here, just staring into my own personal abyss. They, I, we, had so long desired freedom. But now, so much more than that, we desire productivity. We hold inside of us, a power- a potential if you will. But here in this house, there's nothing to use it against...at least that I can tell! So now, we see the gate. The gates of flood, that is. The flood of souls, out there waiting. The many people who sit, and walk, and breathe... just as calmly as doves, as if they don't know they're on their way to hell. The souls who's destinies are hanging in the balance... What do we do for them? How do we save them? That...oh sweet dear...that must be the next thing for me to find out.