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Aku the Devel

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There it is!
My fingertips can feel the freedom
as I finally reach the surface.
That first taste of the breeze
as I drastically dig further towards the light.
I found it,
My salvation from this grave!
Ill be there soon
living amongst them up there - alive.
My nose finds its place above dirt
and smells an aroma of Earth.
Not the earth I am used to.
The real Earth with trees and flowers
and sky.
The Earth with others like me.
For once,
I will not be alone.
Those sunbeams are much too bright for my eyes,
but I refuse to shut them.
For I have no intention
of missing any second of this.
My new life.
I am almost completely uncovered now.
The dirt I called my home
is in the past.
I have the need to live.

After one step in my new life,
I'm dragged back to earth - my earth.
The one with nothing but darkness
and shit.
I am woken from my slumber
by him.
He calls himself Aku,
but I really don't know why he has a name.
I don't have a name.
He digs himself into my dreams.
Every night.
He soils them.
"You'll never make it!"
He says.
"Better off dead!"
The hellish nightmare that he is.
But I am going to make it.
I am going to live.
And it will be a life so great
that, well, I'll really feel alive.
and I will never look back.

There it is!
My fingertips grace freedom
as they finally meet the surface.
They have no time to embrace the breeze
as the brightness of the light fades
and the dirt around me becomes a thick mud.
Sticking to my every move.
It's dark and suffocating.
Then I hear him,
"Not good enough!"
I sense a feeling of being dragged
deeper into the pit of muck.
Worms and bugs mingle around me.
Some have chosen to endulge
on what has become
my rotting carcass.
I allow it.

Not this time!
My hands and feet start crawling.
I will get to that light.
That sun.
Those trees and flowers
and sky.
I will live.
And I will never look back.

Aku just watches.

I feel as if I've been climbing forever,
this death trap holding me back.
My fingertips find it again,
but something feels different.
There is no light.
Or rather,
there is but it's much softer.
When my nose finally reaches the top
and my face licks the breeze,
I see.
It is dark.
And there are stars.
I've never experienced this dream
like this before.
A giant full moon gaurds my "home."
My grave.
I escape from it completely
and brace myself for a downfall,
but none comes.
I am free.
Free to live.

His voice I hear again,
"I am proud of you!"

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