Bedtime Story
Bedtime story.
An unfrocked priest concelebrates.
The ritual of the black mass.
Breathless the congregation wait.
To witness what may come to pass.
A naked prostitute serves
as altar for this blasphemy.
The priest will get what he deserves
without a doubt eventually.
A human skull holds foul incense
black candles burn on either side.
The atmosphere is growing tense.
As acolytes each in their turn
Intone their pleas to Lucifer
To grace them with his presence here
Their half afraid he will appear
And half afraid that he will not.
A stench of brimstone fills the air
The room is fast becoming hot.
It is almost too much to bear
Outside a roll of thunder peals
and lightning streaks across the sky.
Inside a crimson glow appears
Lord Lucifer enthroned on high
The congregation terrified.
Bow low to show him their respect
Their expectations satisfied.
Dramatically to great effect.
Some came fro curiosity
And some because of true belief
in his Satanic Majesty
Who holds the whole world as his fief.
Is it just a well staged show?
I am convinced that it must be.
But truthfully I do not know.
It seems to me most probably.
That someone stands to benefit
considerably financially.
Although I am quite sure of it.
I must admit reluctantly.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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