God is at the Doorsteps and he is asking for me by name
What am I to say to this being for him I have so shamed
“Worry not dear brother for you will soon clearly see”
“It is not what you’ve done in this life but what you promise me”
“I cannot fathom the depth of kindness that your heart holds true”
“What I can tell you “god” is that you know not what you do”
“Let me in out of the rain for the wolves are at my feet”
...Pondering I look around and see were short of meat...
“Good son of Abraham my boy have mercy on this soul”
“Please pardon the door ajar so I may warm by the coals”
...i accept defeat and welcome the meat, I trudge on toward the door...Heave and breathe the door ajar I must heave some more
envelope me in a shadow, stir in me a fright
I look around and come to see im surrounded by night
“what my boy did you think you could dine on my flesh”
“don’t you understand good boy that this was a test”
Dazed and weakened I pull myself up on highn feet
“what good lord you say to me atop all this sleet”
“I follow only you my lord, you must see faith in that”
“Play me boy you dirty snake you filthy little rat”
“we now have plenty of time to understand your wicked horrid thoughts”
“the devil I am dear boy now the time has come to rot”
“noooo…my lord, your feasting bowl, not I, not this eve…haven’t I brought this township good fortune from down upon my sleeves”
“no matter wise crook for your wicked thoughts have turned you over to me…come..come..and come just more and it is hell where we shall be…”
And just like that the boy flew down right into the ground the devilish figure that no one saw never made a sound.
…The story goes that the dear young boy lost his little mind but in doing so he lost it bad or so he confined.
