Saturday, March 21, 2009

Dust to Dust

Some devils are worthwhile I've found. Some devils teach us more than Gods would wish. Things we need to know to manage the life before paradise.

I thought he was joking when he said he believed in the plan. That we should suffer. Slouch our way toward Bethlehem. Dance on our pins and needles. Until every stitch is undone. I thought he was lying. But even Satan is truthful if you're an atheist.

It's just letters written in skin I insisted as his claws sneaked through the blood. Grim fairy tales. Of arrogant apes with big sticks. Billions of fingernails on an infinite chalkboard. No one hears.

Ashes to ashes. Life on Mars. And all the elaborate dreams dying men offer to their gods.

In exchange for dust.

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