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Tendrils of darkness, coming closer; touching me.
A smoke of utter evil; a maze of the purest black.
Reaching, stretching, nearly holding me;
This wraith-like apparition; a gaping hell, surrounds me.
Standing in a pool of lonely solitude and hazy shadows;
In a cold, possessed house; me, isolated and alone.
These wriggling clouds, aching to touch my soul;
Deluding me into believing that this is the scary truth.
Light. I try to find that measly light of hope;
Crawling and scrambling to avoid the touch of
diabolic scourge.
Wishing for a tiny window of possible breakout;
With a heart, going thump! thump! thump!
Knife. A knife, on the table, appears within sight;
A Book of yoked spells and prayers, also, emerges.
Sweat pouring down my spine; voices coming in whispers;
My hand--groping for the ancient verses--trembles.
O God. Save me from this farcical mockery.
Give me the strength to shrewdly absond,
To escape this smothering imitation,
Of the reality I rely on--You.-
I solicited and requested--
Exorcising the demons;
So you'd turn back;
Into the one, I love.
Yet, each utterance,
Offered me zilch.
Then, I tried to forgive
The demons;
Praying for them
To be accepted,
Into God's iridescent
Heaven, above.
Slowly, each lost soul
Reappeared and
Went back
To their beloved.
Still, I forgave--
Willing you, also,
To come back, my love;
Then, I saw a single verse,
Forming. It read:
"To be continued..."-
Ghost of your memories is extremely possessive ;
Even an exorcism failed тЭд....-
And when the priest took out his cross in order to spell bound the evil soul;
The exorcist didn't know she had crossed the woods of his heart, to reach and love him.
And later that night the very evil soul prayed the last prayer after she fed on the Casanova Clergyman.
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Superstition in exorcism is a dangerous disease which has no treatment..
So people shouldn't blindly believe in that exorcism-
I keep attracting guys
who are constantly battling
their inner demons.
Could it mean I'm secretly an exorcist?-