god told me i was dead, i had to tell him "this- i knew."
there's a song i learned at a young age, "this little light of mine, i'm gonna let it shine- won't let satan blow it out" etc.
i always pictured something much like this, the little light- a ray of hope /w an encroaching/looming darkness (as pictured here).
i took things very seriously at a young age (in reality, i'm living my childhood now.)
i remember thinking very emotionally "why must the good/innocent things in life be so fragile, how can i possibly keep them alive /w such impossible odds?"