RAID

I'd been sending covert messages from a locale that was neither here nor there
Communications begging for aid for myself and all the others within my reach
Unsure who they would reach I kept sending them
Typing away night after night after the higher being had gone home for the evening

I'd received many responses from those who wanted concrete information
Those who couldn't read the code that I used to protect my individual identity
Those who wanted to offer aid in any sort of way but didn't know where I was
Or what state of mind, or physical condition I was in

They sent me letter after letter describing their cause
Their mission
Their attempt to seek someone to save for their own well being
For their own sense of sanity
For the piece of mind that they too had helped themselves by "helping those in need"

I did not trust these people
For their words seemed too complete and well thought out
They were mercenaries
Conspiring to "save" me
To conquer the lost virtues that had been stolen from me
I did not respond to these people

I held fast to the belief that someone genuine would reach out
Break down the walls I was trapped behind and liberate me from the torture
The relentless pain that the higher being had employed upon me
Save me from this life of confinement and containment that the higher power restricted me to

One night I got a message from a young soldier.

He'd been fighting his way towards freedom since birth
He knew what my distress call meant as soon as he'd read it.
He was once captive in a place where a master had tried to control his fate through corrupt and unjust means
He sent me questions in the code that my original message had been conveyed in

He wanted to know if I was in good health besides my captivity and apparent misery
He wanted to know if I had previously given anyone the authority to rescue me
If I had anyone else coming to retrieve me from the place where I was being held against my will
He wanted to know where I was located and why I had been imprisoned
I told him it was the will of society to keep me locked in this cage
My master felt it right to contain me as a means of protection from myself and my desires

He'd said that that was ludicrous and that he'd contact me tomorrow.

The next day I awoke in the darkness to a loud bang.
Explosions abounded as I felt the vibration of a door being kicked off it's hinges.
Rustling occurred, an apparent struggle
And the door burst open

Before me stood my God.
Myself.
He grabbed my hand
Pulled me close and
Brought me out of the darkness
Into the light.

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