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Laugh at the Devil
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Laugh at the Devil |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Laugh at the Devil Kissing in the night light, showered by the moonlight, holding hands tight by an easy flowing lake. Frogs making croak sounds. Soft is the grassy ground Wine on our lips for we’re lovers on a date. Warm air licking light, tasting odors spicing night. Trees disappear down a road dark and dense. Thru the dark loomed a speck, a galloping heat of mist and yet clouds of dust were absent. It defied our common sense. Closer came it. Nearer! Nearer! Now, its form became much clearer. A pale horse steaming rode the Devil who us did find. He stopped. We froze. His words did say, “Which way to Boston? I’ve lost my way” We pointed trembling. Then off he rode! Then off, we lost our minds. We fell on grass in teary frantic laughter shrieking rampant panic. Weak, our knees of jello wouldn’t lift us off the ground. A frog did clear its throat to croak in air perfumed now freed of smoke and said “Oh Man! That’s one strange bloke.” The Devil turned around. His eyes were frozen fractured eggs flaming red from hollowed pegs, glaring at the frog with amusing, oozing Hell. “I’m not so strange as you may think. With tongue you catch the flies, then blink. For I am Appetite, the ruthless link, who rings your dinner bell. I am your Hunger in the belly of the beast. I am your Cunning that chases the feast. I am your Agony in the pain of flesh. I am your Deceit that kills Truth best. But of all things my black-heart fills most with glee is that a little bit of you has such a whole lot of me. Ha! Ha! Ha! It’s just the Devil in ya. He! He! He! He! He! Namyh |
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