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Finding Face -------------- He found the face on the side of the road it had been beaten, but he needed to pick it up, it screamed at him to put it down but he looked at it even harder close-up. It yelled at him to throw it down                           ------ and kick it and throw dirt at it, the man couldn't do what the face asked for he'd fallen in love within a minute. The man spit on the face, and it smiled but he took his handkerchief from his pocket, and he dabbed the face with it, he smiled the face began to cry: no one before had loved it. The man used the face's tears to clean it and the job was done very quickly,

Fortunate Young Devil ------------------------- The fortunate young devil found a crust to eat, a sliver of an oat crushed beneath it's feet. He thanked his Master well and ate the thing he found, a sliver of an oat molding on the ground. He laughed and sung and danced for the night was new again, and he would now go hunting for the things he knew as "men". They were seldom seen in his dark and brooding land, but the fortunate young devil hoped a hunt would be at hand. He would track and impale any Adam or Eve he could, grateful for the rotted oat that tasted like burnt wood.

The Devil ----------- The Devil saw me thinking, said "A penny for your thoughts." I said "Okay." and took his money, now I can't remember what I was thinking of...

Are We The Storm? Something finds its purpose in the night and howls of its delight, on iridescent horizon, the Storm-Bringer appears and the billowing lightning bank nears. Racing moisture marbles the starscape its light is suffocated; no escape, are we the storm? Finding solstice in rain are we the storm? Feeding on the pain.

Armageddon In Sunlight Red horizon ribboned in white blue sky turned pink with fire the gray cold air suffers a blistering strike and the elemental rapture ...all of it... Electric green spiked across turquoise red blood turned black with rot the silver strike of damned demon lightning and the cursed earth ...all of it... Airless horizon littered with life blue planet turned black with rot black flame lights and comforts the Earth Armageddon in sunlight; ribboned with lightning.

Beddy-Bye! ---------- I'm looking all around me but cannot see a thing, and the voices that I hear are a little more than witching. I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling and the laugh comes from under the bed, and I think that it might be mine but the laugh sounds too cold and dead. I pull the covers tight and look over the side, and I see a pair of feet pulled underneath to hide. I hear the laugh again and I think I'll start to scream, but won't it be waiting for me to spout and stream blaspheme? I have to look under the bed before I totally loose my wits, my eyes turn into widened saucers by God, you'll never believe, i

Budding Wings ----------------- Finally, on it's back, the beast admitted defeat. It's eyes were still only moments, before it rose to it's feet. It's mind was now unclouded, it was ready for it's reward. But it had forgotten it's final task: it would have to taste it's makers sword...

Life Is A Circus Circus It was a dark blue morning sky, and the hay smelled sweet on the ground, In the distance a man yelled at an elephant, the boy laughed to himself at the sound. Something to his right ruffled a tent flap with a GROWL!, And he heard a man in there yelling, screaming, gargling and then a howl. He looked up to his father, who was smiling from ear to ear, He was looking around, ignoring the sounds that his son thought he couldn't hear. "Come see the Circus, Circus of the wondrous!" the carnival barker yelled, It blasted through the circus with the megaphone that the man held. "See the Headless man! And the jar

Christine ---------- Fire engine red and faster than Jesus on a Harley, she couldn't be caught running, with a lover like Arnie. He'd power up her engine and race her all night long, She'd power up his soul and encase his heart, Evil strong. Sixty-five, seventy-five, eight-five, ninety, the faster she goes the more they get hungry. Evil incarnate blazing down the highway, better get out of her way or you'll be standing where you lay.

Contact The masses of dawn Stood there and gazed, With awe and wonder Of the silent doors upraised. The guns were down And scopes unattended, When the light was fourth coming And the beings descended.