The devil wants to see you in your underwear;
That's when he knows your not in public;
You are covered in shame and you're scared;
The piece of minor cloth covering, under your covering;
For he know God's gonna ask, where you are;
And he knows God going to look to and fro;
Who told you you were naked
Who told you to cover yourself
Who told you you're in shame
Your sin so easily beset thee
The devil wants to see you in your underwear;
That's when he knows your not in public;
You are covered in shame and you're scared;
devil wants you and all you have
Have not is to be plentiful because you got you need is the Lord
5/13/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024
He’s coming to dinner tonight
The dining table is quite a sight
Holly and Heather line the table
Each place set with a gold trimmed label
A red table cloth covering the wood
A reaper waiting at each door stood
Dressed in white, risen from my chair
As he enters with a ghoulish stare
I sit down with a pensive glance
When will it be when I take my chance?
Could I make him leave his wine?
Until the third part of this comedy divine
Infernos grasp tightens ever quicker
He starts to talk as the candles flicker
Shifting to the offering of a deal
Tempts to make it with a seal
A kiss to insure the blackness beckons
Paradise will never come, that he reckons
I smile as he stammers, in enters Michael
He could have waited until we got to the trifle
Eyes on the horizon,
watching, waiting, wishing.
The sky darkens,
flooded with tiny bits of earth,
choking out the sunlight,
breath by breath.
Rolling in.
Sadistic in it's approach.
Demonic artistry.
Behind closed windows,
locked doors, cloth covered faces,
fleeing like ants from a flame.
Inside, they wait.
The howling begins small and low.
The tiny tinkle of each grain,
increasing to vociferous bedlam.
Dust permeating every little crevice.
In your eyes, nose, mouth,
hard to see, hard to breathe.
Lay and wait for the blow by.
At times, begging for relief,
or death, just to pass.
Coughing up the land
beneath the feet of Moses.
Dreaming of bright blue sky,
more sand with every breath,
wet cloth covering,
a struggle just to breath.
Tedious suffocation,
mind racing, rambling.
The will to survive.
Slowly, miniscule grains crash to the surface.
Tiny beacons of sunlight, growing slowly,
becoming a firestorm.
then...All is clear.