What was that

What was that?

I guess it's gone. 

So? like a fool, ramble on.. 

It's my fourth attempt!

Gremlins be gone!

What to write?

I don't know, your the one who runs the show...

Speak of angels, put them right...

Tell 'em they can visit anytime they like

Well, that may not be exactly so

But they have my permission 

And so they go

Their expecting a vision 

Visitations at night

Not some ministers

To set the world right

The good ones 

The bad ones

They pull the strings 

Blessings and curses 

Each one can bring

They lurk in the shadows

They bring in the light

They call from the left

They call from the right.

To be continued...

Back on track

The demons are pipsqueak 

That's a fact.

Can be annoying, I'll give them that..

But truth will always slay the crap.

Like i said,  Pipsqueak 

They don't have much power

Except over the children of pride 

Take a look, the bums found a ride

Now,I am in disrepute 

The people love it

How cute.

The fallen have risen, in case they don't know..

The great I am runs the show.

Don't pray for these people 

What will be will be

They will all see my glory 

And shamed they shall be

In the meantime let it be known 

I knock on the door 

But the door stayed closed

If they were to open and have a peak...

They might invite the angel 

The one that they seek.

Credit where credit is due:

Who is the one who created who?

Credit for the heavens credit for the stars 

All the constellations 

Jupiter, Mars...................................

The costly garden now overgrown..

It's in the bewitching..

The earth, she groans. 

How are the things unseen not hid?

The credit master lifted the lid-

Wickedness was what he found.

It's happened before: who is the clown?

With the breath that we take each idol word seals our fate. 

Credit now where credit is due that's the thing that we must do.