Chapter 17: Raising Hell to Earth

“Then the hippies and yippies came out of the pit claiming they were into peace, love and change. The liars called sex love, peace getting high and change a sticking field of feces in New York State. They never changed anything except it was a lot easier to be ashamed of yourself for they weren't any different after all. When they decided the poor, pathetic, homosexuals were actually into loving each other which would be nice, but degrading yourself with a member of another sex was demoralizing enough, let alone abusing yourself with another of the same sex no matter how gentle you are is a real no-brainer.

Most people back then were just horny. And they didn't care what sex you were, how old you were or even if you were human. If it looks like the Devil, does what the Devil would have it do and accuses you of being like the Devil, it probably is at least from the Satan. Nowadays they are almost done. They think. I just hope we don't have to pay the piper for what such upstanding, young men did when they were immature thinkers wanting to have sex with anyone that couldn't get pregnant and require they take care of them even when they were big with child.

There was nothing to it, but a lot of noise. A big fat disappointing zero and they all became what they started out to be, depraved and hated by anyone trying still brave enough to be really love in the entire world. What a disappointment Satan was! The same old same old with the same old battle cry and tactics he always uses.

How many people did you guys kill? How many souls did you destroy? You even destroy kids to this day? I hope you are proud of yourselves. You never were anything but the bunch of degenerates the pretenders called you in their hate. What chance do you have to even call Them, They, let alone go where They are? You raised Hell. Well, it's here. Now what are going to do? Anymore bright ideas guys?

Light up again or something. We all know it was wrong in our hearts, even you. Did you light another bowl or what? I can't hear you! Or have you quit everything just like I have? What a waste! You a******s! You wasted my youth! Good job, wow!

I am so ashamed. I bought your lines hook, line and sinker. Now the marines are still American cowards, not because they aren't brave they are fighting for a bunch of losers who deserve the shame of the world, not to mention ourselves or even to whisper the word Them; cowards all on damage control like the Devil all decked out like bums. There's nowhere to go or even be found.

I thought you all left town. But you all quit drugs and turned into rich b******s, the new establishment! Crazy mothers! Cheech and Chong were your Messiahs! What a bad joke! Are you not now what you always were, Sons of Satan and just like your father. Surely even you dope heads can see the likeness. You've legalized everything and claim everything is moral now.

But you never changed a damned thing. You are just as damned as you ever were. And you don't even have the balls to allow yourselves to feel any remorse. You turned out to be nothing but psychos. The easiest thing there is to forget when they are finally killed. Don't even bother calling out to me! My Brother? I doubt it, but you could give it a try and do something once if it's not to big of a shock to your systems. Some men were born just to be hunted down. And they will find you. Just light another bowl and burn in the Hell you raised or wish you could.

I am so ashamed of myself and I was so ashamed of you I turned to drinking and feeling guilty for my little part in it. I quit everything and turned to drinking when Disco came out. Then I cried in my beer and vodka with the rest of you when the younger ones were calling themselves Urban Cowboys though they were all just stinking drunk like I was, guilty as hell and full of remorse.

I am so sorry kids. Look what we did with the real world. Forgive me and the rest of us who changed our minds before the mud was dry at Woodstock. We left you nothing but filth. Turn away from it if you have the acuity to do what is wise and right and smart. Good luck. Where in Hell did they all come from?

Cry out to Them! The pretenders' churches are all crap. We were full of the only productive thing anyone at Woodstock really did. That wasn't all mud. It stunk to high heaven! Ask Them to listen to you. They probably won't talk to you. But just keep crying out to Them! You didn't do it! The rubber tore! The pill didn't take! You were all accidents at birth! Worse than little b******s, you were nothing but a goddam accident. And I'm sorry. But don't think I don't know how you feel. I was the nineteenth out of twenty. Fun ain't it. They were just trying to have them some fun. Ain't you proud of them. They did it. And all you acid babies! My heart still goes out to you.

I had a God to go back to. But where the Hell did they come from? Jack Karouc and the others? They are still cowardly b******s like they always were or they would do what I am doing and at least apologize. I could rest in peace today if just one of them great men would even just publish one honest word, 'Sorry!' As it is all we have left is to do the best we can here in the Hell they left behind and carry on with our lives without their stinking corpses just waiting to be cremated.

I hope They can still here you. That I am not as I wanted to be once, the last one Saved. There is nothing spiritual here. It is all about the body which always becomes a corpse even as Jesus of Nazareth's body did. When at last they find it, will we know what part of Him came here in the end. Who will be able to deny it? Is it really already too late? I guess we just hold our breaths and wait for our corpses to be revealed and all there is left is our tormented souls and our tortured minds. Even Satan won't be happy with them, surely!

Don't listen to me, then. Go to Hell! Just lay down and die. That's all there is left to do. Please! Please forgive me! Some one of you b******s! Forgive me for being real with them and truthful with you! I really am so damned sorry!”

Then he and his writer listened to what seemed an endless silence with me. And I didn't have any idea what to inspire him to feel, let alone say as I looked right at the Light in amazement, glad my wife wasn't here to hear all that. I don't think she would have recovered from it.