In need of a Rite

(I write this under a hangover....but I write from true experiences that are going on right now, so for those who believe in a greater power than ourselves, all prayers are needed and welcomed) Thou fallen one creator of fear and misery, why should you fall upon me and sway me with your trickery? You Balam, You Baal, moans and groans, your crying from being cast off a mighty throne, to frolic now in my bedroom, in the shadows of a tormenting night, against me who sometimes lacks the will to fight? Breathing whispers, ferocious rabid growls, the hiss of the great Serpent lying unseen and waiting for me to lose all will and hope, to take me over as your host, You most vile of parasites But I fear no longer, and shall not be cast from my bed, I shall stare Thee in the eyes cry unto you "Demon! I will not go easy!" for as I am created in HIS image, so shall HE have power over YOU albeit I am a great sinner, HIS blood has washed me clean O great tyrant, my body is but flesh but my soul eternal belongs to another

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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