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Ancestral leg bones
A mother grimaced
as another of repeated
rounds of pain
washed over
the young mothers face
Legs spread open wide
showed promise
Undulating rhythmic contractions
Blessed the passage
of the heavenly gift
A young prince
delivered with pride
A welcome sight
To the elder women
of the tribe
Another soul upon which
The Creator had bestowed a crown...
Joy spread throughout the village
Celebration shared another soul
to build wealth
Sent by the ancestors
as a renewal for the future
All praise to the Creator
Far in the distance,
Another creature Head bowed,
in defiance scowled,
let all that’s holy be damned,
continued profanity laced tirades
about anything and everything
considered to be decent.
Howled with disgust,
He sensed a presence
He swore he'd never trust
A hateful scowl formed with pursed lips
He was not pleased at this,
Unfortunate turn of events
even for his next breath
He cursed, a foul mix of words…
Stirred an ill smelling stew
added things Dark and ugly,
so much so…
it offended the spoon
Something changed inside the man
Devoted his soul to an odd old demon,
Just passing by. He slammed open the door
Off its hinges. Let out a HELL Raising Roar!
Said out loud, Just what I’d been waiting for.
He tore off his left foot, boot and all
Threw it dead into the soup
Placed his finger to his temple and farted,
saying Oops! My mistake, NOT!
A hubris, disguised as pride
Engulfed him, something foul and vile
Awakening inside,
he felt something
Was amiss it was blasphemy, sure
But how could he resist,
a good Hell raising
A Demonic Ritual Revival…
The Final Battle
Even for this to exist, The Great Satan
Must preapprove, even this.
Something the scriptures had said,
Warmed his disposition a bit
His mood began to shift. That’s it
This was all part of a greater plan.
To shame the Creator, by the theft
of the crown
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