Strange things happen when you least expect.
Intense visions of things to come make you jump out of bed.
Pacing in circle trying to figure out the message.
Racking your brain for days hoping it will reveal itself.
But you sit there still pondering what it could be.
Thinking it’s something complex and extreme.
When all it could be is a simple hello or a wave.
Who says father Satan has to knock on your brain.
For you to figure out.
Life is not all about rage and shouting about.
By Reverend Gino Vaglivielo The Temples of Satan of The New Aeon