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Have You Ever Wondered who Is Passing By You?...
deathJust to send shivers creepin' up from your innards to your synapses, my lovelies...
I spend an inordinate amount of time in my head, pondering and meandering into dark possibililties...Dark places...Dark Thoughts...Darkness...
Have you ever wondered how close to Evil, True Evil you have brushed next by in passing during your life? Now, some of you have been touched, harmed, maimed and worse, thus know what lies out in the Darkness watching, and waiting for their chance to strike.
What monsters walk among us, passing us in the street, standing behind us in a cue, sitting by us in a theater in the dark, eyes gleaming in the flicking light? Every day we walk through life oblivious to who and what is right next to us. There are predators hunting among us. Their prey varies, but they look, more often than not, just like us. Innocuous and utterly camouflaged in their mundane appearance...sniffing the air for the weak and unprepared.
We like to think that evil wears a black hat, and twirls its mustache as it approaches us with it malevolent designs upon its sleeve, but that is not the case 999 times out of a thousand. There is no mark of the Beast tattooed on their foreheads. The master predators, they smile, speak soft and smooth, full of charm, not hint of deception in their eyes, and you don't even see them coming. Then there are the amatuers, creeping, sculking, hidden, until the last second, and you only have time for one last scream before they drag you down, and take what they want from you, be it your life or something maybe just as dear.
Every face you see...who are they really? What hides behind their eyes. What terror is swirling under the surface? Who are they? What are they?
Everyone of us is capable of terrible, heinous acts, but we don't act on our impulse, on our base animal natures. That is what sets we humans apart from other amimals. Our compassionate reason, and all the other attending attributes growning out of our common mutual cooperation to make civilization work and grow, but...those who turn off that compuctual switch and run silently under the radar. Wolves in sheeps clothing, circling and circling, until...they sinking their fangs and claws it their carfully chosen morsels, and then we know. We know that there are truly monsters among us, demons existing here with us so very close. They're not from Hell. No, they're are part of us. Living side by side with us, hidden in the cracks between our every day tasks.
Why do they exist and persist? Who can say? God? Surely God knows why...but so far God's not telling me why. So I'll just have to surmise that such creatures are some sort of lesson, some harsh test to see if we have what it takes to survive and remain good and true. To refine our metal and keep going through the jungles and deserts of existence until we emerge into a promised land where there are no such beings to plague us and haunt our nightmares.
At least I hope that is the case.
Sweet Dreams, Children...
Ya' Feel Me?
Slick Jimmy Has Left The Building...
I spend an inordinate amount of time in my head, pondering and meandering into dark possibililties...Dark places...Dark Thoughts...Darkness...
Have you ever wondered how close to Evil, True Evil you have brushed next by in passing during your life? Now, some of you have been touched, harmed, maimed and worse, thus know what lies out in the Darkness watching, and waiting for their chance to strike.
What monsters walk among us, passing us in the street, standing behind us in a cue, sitting by us in a theater in the dark, eyes gleaming in the flicking light? Every day we walk through life oblivious to who and what is right next to us. There are predators hunting among us. Their prey varies, but they look, more often than not, just like us. Innocuous and utterly camouflaged in their mundane appearance...sniffing the air for the weak and unprepared.
We like to think that evil wears a black hat, and twirls its mustache as it approaches us with it malevolent designs upon its sleeve, but that is not the case 999 times out of a thousand. There is no mark of the Beast tattooed on their foreheads. The master predators, they smile, speak soft and smooth, full of charm, not hint of deception in their eyes, and you don't even see them coming. Then there are the amatuers, creeping, sculking, hidden, until the last second, and you only have time for one last scream before they drag you down, and take what they want from you, be it your life or something maybe just as dear.
Every face you see...who are they really? What hides behind their eyes. What terror is swirling under the surface? Who are they? What are they?
Everyone of us is capable of terrible, heinous acts, but we don't act on our impulse, on our base animal natures. That is what sets we humans apart from other amimals. Our compassionate reason, and all the other attending attributes growning out of our common mutual cooperation to make civilization work and grow, but...those who turn off that compuctual switch and run silently under the radar. Wolves in sheeps clothing, circling and circling, until...they sinking their fangs and claws it their carfully chosen morsels, and then we know. We know that there are truly monsters among us, demons existing here with us so very close. They're not from Hell. No, they're are part of us. Living side by side with us, hidden in the cracks between our every day tasks.
Why do they exist and persist? Who can say? God? Surely God knows why...but so far God's not telling me why. So I'll just have to surmise that such creatures are some sort of lesson, some harsh test to see if we have what it takes to survive and remain good and true. To refine our metal and keep going through the jungles and deserts of existence until we emerge into a promised land where there are no such beings to plague us and haunt our nightmares.
At least I hope that is the case.
Sweet Dreams, Children...
Ya' Feel Me?
Slick Jimmy Has Left The Building...
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