"You ever get those little creepy things on the back of your neck?"
..........................."Get out of that house"...............
..........."You weren't supposed to help her."................
................................................."Oh my god! What's happening?"

[Whispers...& voices]

My blood-line don't follow cardinals or Pontiffs, Popes or ghosts
Past participle..part is simple gross perversion of God's hosts
The Angel mistook me for bishop, endowed me with superstition
Took my wrist and shook it.."The book of the dead is now livin"
The buried now livid..headed toward my homestead, bones red
Intention to resurrect it..their issues are soul, said
The lone Cherub..from that moment, my inklings were in sync
I could see shadows in hallows..and sense things like instincts
Strange happenings attackin' me rapidly..maybe sleep apnia
My pharynx pinched tight-like acne bump, dunno what got me up
I was gasping for air..saw there standing in assault posture
This demon-like hell-ish father..his sword drawn but God struck
This monster back, my eyes flashin' like warnin' light, mornin' light
Peered into the corner, right as my cornea spied a horrid site
My knees became thin branches when the wind drafts hit
I fell flat and grabbed quick..this fragile angel that was stabbed six
Multiple times, it was culpable shit..I ran swift upstairs, improbable
Had to rid the house of evil demons, was a lot of those
So I slaughtered most and trotted so non-contrite cuz God was like:
"Michael, I'm pleased with how you obeyed my commands, my right...
Hand awaits thee"...hasty, I raced outside and got caught by satan
Like he was waitin' for my conversation to come to cessation

[Doctor Eugene S. Brown, psychiatrist]: So, Michael, you killed your entire family because you thought they were demons, and that God commissioned you to purge your house of evil?


Listen, you can never understand God's plan, I know I'm right
I hear him, low at night, over my right ear giving me his light
His eternal plan to purge all man of principality..is all a whim
It's out of me now..I'm God's soldier, so I could be called again
And I don spiritual calibers formed powerful, mighty towers go
Boom!...we all hear it, the chosen ones so, now I know
I will kill again...


**Stunned and in disbelief, the doctors on Mike's early-release panel quickly sedate him and drag him back to his holding cell, where he'll spend the rest of his life.


The End.


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