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Darkness falls and my heart lies bare. All that I am is revealed through dreams. Some are in color, but some are monochromatic and dreary.
I see a vision of a single red rose. I reach out to grasp it, only to be pricked by a thorn. I can not hold the beauty in my hand. Beauty is fleeting and has no power. The power comes from the Blood.
I find myself in a black room. There is a table in the center of the room with lit candles. In the center of the table is a razor blade. I feel that I must have the power in my hands. I take hold of the razor and make a small incision on my palm. As I look down, I see a drop of blood trickle down my fingertip. Alas, my power, my life is leaving me! But wait, it is only one drop of blood.
I hear a voice say, "One drop of blood does not seem like much, but drops turn into puddles. Do not underestimate the power of a drop of blood. The blood is the Life. Only through My blood can you gain Life. Stop the bleeding child, for your blood is not needed. I have bled for you and you are cleansed."
I drop to my knees and stop the blood from flowing. I need not the power in my hands, for with such power, I would ruin myself. Only by surrendering can I gain Life.
As Dawn overtakes the day, I awake from my dreaming visions and finally, I understand.