Tick Tock

God forbid you miss a spot,

You’ll rip a crack in the doomsday clock. 

Devil's Pretence

I keep dreaming of the Devil. He’s after me. Keeps calling me. Says he’s going to get me. But I know who the devil is. I know his disguise. And because of this he won’t trick me. It makes him mad and he tries even harder whispering and shouting all foul things into my ear at night when I am half awake in bed. I sometimes think he is under my bed, that he is sitting in his demon form waiting for me to get out. And that’s why he calls me, throws his voice so it sounds like he is by the door. He comes to me in what I think are dreams, when I am half awake. Surrounded by orange mountains and faded firelight skies, with tints of blood red trickles running horizontally against the flame sky. He glows in the dark his sharp devil form. His rounded head and long curved forms, making fists with his claws as he talks to me. He looks like a Gargoyle. He is trying to get me. To take me into the land of fire with his hard dragging voice. And I awake after seeing his realm of flames, almost tearful the fear so real. But I know who the Devil is. I know what he wants. And I won’t go back down.

The Devil is a half conscious man in a hospital bed, he drifts in and out of death visiting his hellish resting place, as he goes through his conscious sins. He does not want to go to hell. And this hospital bed is his last chance. But he won’t be forgiven I won’t go and see him, for I will be in his trap and forever in his clutches. By my appearance at his side his death bed woes will be abolished, and I will not grant him this freedom. The man knows this .He does not fear dying. He fears what will happen after his death.

When he drifts to his hellish realm through his weakened body, he speaks to the Devil. And tells him of his desires. And there because the man is not yet dead the devil speaks the mans words to me while I sleep. For like him I am half conscious and the demons and angels can get to me easily. When the Devil talks to me I will refuse I scream no at him, no, and tell him that God will help me, and the Devil, like the man will be punished for his sins.

The Devil did not like my words last night it shut him up for he knew I was right, and he could not fight the battle. It shut him up he sat in silence, still there waiting and then began to call my name. But this was  a devils show I could feel his fear as much as my own. An innocent scorned cannot be possessed and the devil knew this, the man did not.

Twinkle

Twinkle, twinkle

Dirt and toes

Little seeds

And working modes.

Squirting water in the sun

The more you do

The more is done.

Twinkle, twinkle toes

Will grow. 

Pumpkin candles

Pumpkin candles

Sealed jar vials

What the hell

Is going on child?