The Coming of the Beast

August 28, 2015

Of course there had been complications in this lifetime that I even have not figured out. I tried to understand the problem alone, but came to no avail and perished in the dust of that dusty road. The figure in the road exampled me, said, “Ah! Be you a Cherubim?” and in response, to this absurd accusation, I said in response, “If I had been a Cherubim, I would have to disagree with you. I am not neither angel nor of the hierarchy of the angels. None, but me and God have a settlement in this affair.” The demon looked onto me with wild eyes, problematic thought progressing in his mind.

“Be you angel?” it said, stating the same exact travel of thought, which I found propitious. “You must be, as you are traveling with a child inside that burden of hate you carry.”

“If I had been carrying a child, wouldn't I become a woman in thought and physical appearance? No!” I declared in speech, revoking the demon's call. “I am nothing upon those dallying thoughts, always provoking the national thought, progressing into nothing. The women of this world bear children, and the world is being over populated, but what can be done? Simply, obey the institution of God, and be fruitful, just as the Lord had commanded under his guidelines of sexual intercourse and thought.”

I clambered the thought, brought together both hands, parted them then, and divided the demon by casting him away in the name of Jesus Christ through our Heavenly Father whom reigns in Heaven forever and ever. The road remained true, alone; desolate, and able to travel through the dark. I reached briefly to the side chest pocket of my own shirt, brought out a single cigarette, since the demon had took the pack, and had forgotten that I had taken one single Tabbaco string from the package, and settled it onto the inner bottom of the pocket. One misery traveling toward the mouth, and staying, taking out a lighter, a zipoo, and lighting the end with the tip of the thump of the thumb; indeed, the blue flame from the bottom of the circulated flame begun, and beget fire that had been controlled.

“What do you say to demons, again?” I asked mysteriously thinking about the way I cast the demon away without even knowing its first title. Usually as these things go, and head into the sewers channel, I had been able to cast them by asking them their names through Jesus Christ, and not by the magic of the occult which I had demanded since the time I was young. But, as it would seem, I had also cast such properties from my heart, and accepted the Lord Jesus Christ onto this mind of mine; also, receiving a mind to think, which won't fail me onto hate. “Did you know?” I said, taking the cigarette from the mouth, and placing the cancer stick between my fingers in the right hand. “That I was once the child of a mother, too? Indeed, I am human.” And thus, I continued to walk that road, continued, continued, continued, continued, and wailed in walking thuds from the feet onto the soft sandy ground. I heard waves on the right side of me, but traveled with sound to both ears, and the eardrums began to make music out of the earth, simply chancing love out of this tragedy that had become creation.

As I walked, the smoke eventually reaching the air, I noticed in the darkness, a beast of grand scale soaring through the air, pausing at the moon, and reaching for the smoke that came toward him, or her, whatever had been the desolation of this beasts sexual thought. I had become miserable looking and examining the beast, as it's body had that of a dark dream, thoughtless, and provoking the natural rights of animals about the kingdom. Something that had been gone from light for the longest time since the beginning of creations tablet onto the earth. As it flew with it's probable wings, the size of the moon, I demanded the beast, to cease flying and to crash like a wild crust mountain into the seas below. The bellowing of the beast did not notice me at the time, pausing, again, and sinking it's thoughts into my head, and our minds became connected, traveling together like the sandy dusty road. I hated the beast, and if it had seen me as it flew over the sky, disparaging into the dark clouds that I could not see visibly from my stand point, somewhere beyond the sea, where ships sailed and construed machines remained true to the oil of the ocean, indeed, I found that I was cold. Yes! Alas, the beast would hate me as well; like throwing lies into the well down dinged deep into the earth.

“Well, that's all folks,” I said, as the cartoon of elderly years had said at the end of each episode. What shame to continue in this running game. Too think! That someone shall read this and never know what the hell I'm talking about.