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Bedtime Story

Bedtime story.

An unfrocked priest concelebrates.
The ritual of the black mass.
Breathless the congregation wait.
To witness what may come to pass.

A naked prostitute serves
as altar for this blasphemy.
The priest will get what he deserves
without a doubt eventually.

A human skull holds foul incense
black candles burn on either side.
The atmosphere is growing tense.
As acolytes each in their turn

Intone their pleas to Lucifer
To grace them with his presence here
Their half afraid he will appear

And half afraid that he will not.
A stench of brimstone fills the air
The room is fast becoming hot.
It is almost too much to bear

Outside a roll of thunder peals
and lightning streaks across the sky.
Inside a crimson glow appears
Lord Lucifer enthroned on high

The congregation terrified.
Bow low to show him their respect
Their expectations satisfied.
Dramatically to great effect.

Some came fro curiosity
And some because of true belief
in his Satanic Majesty
Who holds the whole world as his fief.

Is it just a well staged show?
I am convinced that it must be.
But truthfully I do not know.
It seems to me most probably.

That someone stands to benefit
considerably financially.
Although I am quite sure of it.
I must admit reluctantly.

I have no proof to assist you
to draw your own conclusions.
As to whether it could be true
I’ll stick with my opinion.

It is a scam intended to
Prey on the gullibility
of fools with little else to do
but take part in tomfoolery.

I may be wrong quite possibly
and that Lucifer did appear.
Although I don’t think he would be
So very quick to disappear

and leave his worshippers bereft.
It was stage managed cleverly.
The lights grew dim before he left.
You can’t believe all that you see.

My tale is told it’s up to you.
You have to make up your own mind.
I cannot make it up for you.
This is the choice I leave behind.

01/09/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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