If I Can Talk, I Can Write

vendredi, mars 04, 2005

freewrite: 4 March 2005... 7 minutes.

the devil lives in my living room... there he is, when i come from the kitchen, before i go to sleep at night, i watch him... his eyes watch me back and i am filled with fear and disbelief for the world has gone awry. he is there, holding my life and my death in his hands and for a second i forget that God is also near. but all i can focus on is that mouth, which screams from jelousy and greed, of lust and ostentation, of guilt, and powerlessness. All i can see, his third eye staring me like a dart through the heart, a needle to my eye. and the star of the occult, burning in my forehead, it makes me want to vomit. blood. i see the gamble of life in the evil that dares to lurk even in the light. and when i see them, girls dressed in nothing but blood while the men who try to protect them, are cutting their own arteries from their chests... and fornication within these walls while they scream for air... but still he continues his plunder... and they are lost.
but in a second, she returns, her eyes so pure, staring deep into my soul as if God had seen what I will see. And in an instant i am transported back to a day of struggle, when our brothers and sisters had rebuked us and taunted us with slurs and insults, spit at us and stoned us with hate, seething hate that could not have been fashioned by man himself. all this in the eye of the goat that rapes the Lamb. Oh, the poor Lamb. To burn and suffer, forced to bear the cross of the world, and it is the fault of he who is worshipped in my living room... that face, that hideous face... that grizzly death hath placed its trust.. in darkness... we wait for the light.
DEAR GOD, SAVE US FROM THIS MADNESS. HELP US IN THE BATTLE.

the devil is in my living room. i'm going upstairs to bed. soon the battle will be held downstairs... all i can do for now is survey and watch. for the day shall come when he will rescue his children. 1:42:00 AM