His Looming Doom

Sometimes he may operate in ways that seem aloof. Life's goodness does not reside in him. His specialty is death. Inside or out, below or beneath, there is no beauty to be seen. He is ruthless, irreconcilable, and locked into the deepest of sin. Often moving in obscurity, and he disdains the light. He has many tricks and might attempt to hypnotize. Give him no voice, no door, no room, no space; not even an inch. He chops and splits mortals like fire wood prepared for burning. Any application of his is veneer at best; never the best. He's hopelessly evil, like an impenetrable or opaque wall. He is clever, cowardly, bastardly, and a bully of the worst kind. He has a fatal wound; he's ferrocious and running out of time. Any form of his suture is unbinding, shallow, loose, and bound to fail. From God he cannot hide, but he's a masquerade of disquise and subtlety. He may preference shadows of ebony, but often transforms himself. The crimson flames of eternal hell was made for him and his subjects. 06012017PS; Contest, Something Deep And Dark, Laura Loo, NA