Dark Underbelly
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Daystar rises scattering shadows to the four winds, terrifying sinful serpents who slither beneath rock masses for cover. Vapid, vampiric vipers hide themselves in caves in fear of the light, for they know their time has come. Their vitriolic hate speech spews forth like molten lava, lighting up the night with an ominous, ethereal glow. Servants of Satan, they slander lovers of light, spreading lies and disinformation. They abhor what is holy and shun the sacred. Salacious spiders spinning webs of deception, they are eager to entrap new and naive ones. Fiendish foes fomenting strife and contention, they are desperate demons craving attention and camaraderie, each one a zealous zombie whose only goal is to defile, defame, debase and ultimately, destroy. They are ink stains on our shirts, flies in our soup, arsenic in our water. You read about them in the news, hear their words in whispers, feel their insidious presence.
And yet…
Because a death has occurred, a life given in sacrifice, we extend our hands to Devildom and plead: Turn back, turn back from your ways. Repent and seek restoration. Pursue love and make amends, so that peace may be restored to the land of light, so that darkness may be vanquished - forever.
Copyright © Tom Woody | Year Posted 2024
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