Some can become so submerged in this institution of desolation, that an individual can lose his sanity and perception of reality, and the only thing that's capable enough to sustain him from a complete lapse of despair is the silent prayers and silent pleas that I'd recently seen answered through the descent of an angel, into this bleak painful existence that even the sunlight that finds its way within this place can seem like a trespasser.
Although many speak of heaven on earth, few have encountered its presence. But if we took the opportunity to evaluate the beauty here that we tend to neglect, we could actually perceive this piece of heaven on earth. I myself witnessed it in the presence of an individual from WriteAPrisoner. To see this person reach beneath the surface of this cesspool to rescue a drowning soul that has all but given up, was a silent prayer answered, and an act of an angel. There's no possible way that I can possibly equate this person with every individual that visit WriteAPrisoner. But that angelic piece of heaven on earth gives hope to thousands of silent pleas and cries that everyone knowingly knows that goes on when we're wrapped in the embrace of hopelessness, when we're laying in this cold bunk, when the lights are turned out in this hell on earth.
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