Acts of War Iii

Act Eight, Chapter One. Part Three Part of a grander play. A house in conflict. We are mere players on this vast infinite stage. Nothing is accomplished Nothing is compromised Fire of infernos n creation intertwined Struggle for the soul of an innocent child, the house rocks. With the kindred of the damned For what is at stake, the soul of my little girl. Her smile fading from memory. A Holy War is waged. Jihad! The lines are drawn in the sand, In blood, in time The plans are conspired upon, priest gather like a rooks full of murderous cold books. Heaven's own Holy Judgment. Their cloaks flapping in the wind like black wings. Crucifixes swing... The doctors, generals and captains of industry buy time with their technology and very little understanding. Pages from holy grimoire flutter, fly into the night. My child crises I feel a piece of me withering… My eyes blur in tears with rage and I scream, WHY! My must my little girl die. I feel her suffering. As that sinister black thing is grinning…... III of III