Let’s go to hell
and pretend
to be wearing
disguises.
Wade across
the chasm of
darkness
into a place
of utter despair….
Oh wait,
we’re already
there….
And he’s
already here,
always is,
kept in check
by Benedict
and crucifix.
Prancing
to and fro
looking for
weakness in
my defenses
like a
velociraptor.
Usually its
short barks
and snorts,
And the
clicking
of
nails,
but today
he’s in disguise,
Satan
in sludge state,
a black liquid
shadow
wherever
I go.
Standing still
would be the
end of me,
Yet all
that is
within
me
wants
to dive
right in
like the town idiot,
succumb to the lure and
come forth covered
in feather.
he brings
much pleasure
at first
everything
is well
yet fleeting,
have some more
soon the sludge
will take you,
its inside of you,
swallowed you,
you of it and
it of you,
wake
and choke
and spit
in fear
this time
May be
the last
Don't stuff it
Back down
don’t look
in the mirror
Only God can
pull it out
but you have
to ask,
you have
to believe,
the key?
Don’t ask
too late.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC
Let’s go to hell
and pretend
to be wearing
disguises.
Wade across
the chasm of
darkness
into a place
of utter despair….
Oh wait,
we’re already
there….
And he’s
already here,
always is,
kept in check
by Benedict
and crucifix.
Prancing
to and fro
looking for
weakness in
my defenses
like a
velociraptor.
Usually its
short barks
and snorts,
And the
clicking
of
nails,
but today
he’s in disguise,
Satan
in sludge state,
a black liquid
shadow
wherever
I go.
Standing still
would be the
end of me,
Yet all
that is
within
me
wants
to dive
right in
like the town idiot,
succumb to the lure and
come forth covered
in feather.
he brings
much pleasure
at first
everything
is well
yet fleeting,
have some more
soon the sludge
will take you,
its inside of you,
swallowed you,
you of it and
it of you,
wake
and choke
and spit
in fear
this time
May be
the last
Don't stuff it
Back down
don’t look
in the mirror
Only God can
pull it out
but you have
to ask,
you have
to believe,
the key?
Don’t ask
too late.
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