He said, I walk the “Devil’s Backbone” with the lights of Loveland down below, and from here I see the answers, it’s the time apocalyptic, read from words so now I know. Now I answer when Augustus calls me, when he makes a certain sound. Like the church choirs all singing, till the bells come falling down. And the Hammond sounds decrepit when it plays the shepherd’s call not at all the way it’s master planned it, hear it quake before it falls. Still in all this morbid glory in the stars from which I fell, I look onward to a talisman west or east now I can’t tell. And in wrath in certain darkness, beneath the statue of the sky, I turn toward my darkened master, and I say as in reply! Why me?
In a spot torn of its glory, from a land that’s lost in its pride, I come ringing lust and story, thorns to place on weak insides, and I say unto the poor man, you’re not rich like that man there, go and take from his table, make what he earned your own lair. For all around you is injustice, peer upon it with your eyes, take from this land that is plenty, you’ll not be hungry ever inside. And know that no one looking can see you in daylight, but in the night you’ll come a crawling, your want’s not denied. The only question you must answer before the quaking of the dawn, is when your thirsty without an answer, look to him for then I’ll be withdrawn. And in wrath in certain daylight, beneath the statue of the sky, you will turn toward the darkened master, and you’ll say as in reply! Why me?
There’s a time, in place of calling, that has caused the fevered brow, of those good and lowly servants, beneath the heavens and the sun, on those fields not plowed. Now they suffer with their burdens, how they suffer all this night, and it is my time appointed to take their wants and make them right. And I call down fires of greed, and envy, oh I speak of hidden lust for the things that bring on misery, from my father who says I must. I see the eyes that think of present’s, of the flesh of hidden love, of having things most wanted, without the effort or the trust. And I look unto the fathoms of the truth that lies can’t touch, and I tell those most willing learn from me if you must. And in wrath in certain darkness, beneath the statue of the sky, I turn toward my darkened master, and I say as in reply! Why me?
Close enough to October 31, I suppose! – 10.10.2016 – דָּנִיֵּאל
Wow, you really took me there, and the underlying meaning….. 🙂
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Thank you, when somebody tells me that, it makes my day, 🙂
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Your welcome. This was great!
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This is seriously good, and very creepy!
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Creepy is alright near Halloween, and I thank you for the comment and compliment. 🙂
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Talk about getting ready early. I might not sleep tonight, thanks to you. The rymne is strong with this one. 🙂
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Thanks very much, really happy you liked it.
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Would love to know your mind here. The following is incredible! “In a spot torn of its glory, from a land that’s lost in its pride, I come ringing lust and story, thorns to place on weak insides, and I say unto the poor man, you’re not rich like that man there, go and take from his table, make what he earned your own lair.”
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Thank you Dennis. My mind is probably of little value here, but I do appreciate your kind compliment and I am happy you liked this.
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Depothika is brillant Daniel, and sadly very relavent.
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Thank you so much Linde. 🙂
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Well HELLO halloween!!!
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That’s what I always say. 😉
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There is so much here, that it is hard to know where to start, but suffice to say, this is great writing!
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Thank you Kelli for commenting and your kind compliment.
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I loved this! Favorite time a year, and the lessons taught in this creepy tale, are worth remembering.
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Thank you, it is a wonderfal time of year. I am happy you enjoyed this.
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This was intriquing, and I do hope there will be a follow up! 😉
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Thank you Ruthann. There might ba a foolow up someday. 😉
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This minon is pretty good at what he does. I ❤ this!
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I kind of enjoyed writing about the minion. Thank you Raquel.
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Depothika is book material Daniel. This is wickedly good!
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I started on a book about Depothika one time, May be.. 🙂
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I’m waiting for it! 🙂
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Chilling and speaking truth to us all!
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Thank you Heather.
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Daniel, wonderful writing! I thoroughly enjoyed the somber and chilling mood that you’ve captured with this piece. Perfect for this time of year. Such a poignant question, “Why me?” Please enjoy the rest of your week, take care. ~ Mia
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Thank you Mia for your wonderful comment. I just thought the name Depothika reeked of mischieve and complaints. 😉 Have a great day. Daniel
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You’re welcome Daniel. It’s does! Thank you, have a great day too. 🙂
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It’s close enough! 😀 It felt like Oct. 31! Well done before I knew it.
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I’m in love with the concept of Depothika! There is a novel in there somewhere… 😉
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