The Bearded Man

Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest and repent. Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.   Revelation 3:19-20

I dream of far away places,

sitting in the sun,

blue skies and bright clouds,

floating softly overhead,

birds singing sweetly,

mighty rivers flowing

gently by;

then;

the dying monster

reaches out.

dragging me back down

into his pit;

he does not want

to die alone;

smiling,

he stares serenely into my eyes,

then pats my head,

like the obedient dog

that I am;

“you have come far my jaded son,

walk with me just a little while longer,

and to you shall I give everything,

in all its dark and blackened

glory”;

and if you listen hard,

you can hear the buzzing

of ten billion ravenous flies,

coming to feast on all that is

or ever will be;

“the earth shall be rid of flesh,

freeing our rotting souls,

from these prison walls

forever”

the bearded man

paid a visit last night,

silently staring into the future,

he never said a word,

but the stench hanging in the air,

smelled of fear

and death;

I awoke

in a pool

of sweat

and terror

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