To serve Man: The Titans

The Requested Mixtape

(A Cassette's Story)

Side B:They.....(his first entry)

In my writing journey

I have come to know

This life is mine and

no other can take this away

But while I overthink

In this house by the lake

I wonder....

Will they come for me this

Summer?

Will they knock at my door

Or push through with vengeance?

Am I due for heaven's court

Or is my death sentence already in?

These questions,

I wondered.

As the wind blows through the remains of a once beautiful house.

Here lays

my dying soul within it.

I figure,

Y not speak gently to she

But she, the wind, said nothing.

The air she gives is plenty.

Just like that day......

Before they,

There was us.

Me,

A dog

A child

A baby

And a wife.

These beings all lived along these lakes with me.

Then the thumps

Came.

Electricity went...

Nothing could be seen from out these windows.

For six hours

We passed the time with board games and love.

However we knew not,

That they walk past the top of trees,

above us.

We dabble in young minded dreams.

My wife painted her vision upon a canvas.

My children created worlds.

So many opportunities,

So many chances stood before them,

Before they came.

(Thump thump)

The sounds grew and we knew this was no dream.

No scheme.

This was reality.

The Baby voice curls loudly,

As the steps grew with strength.

Everything began to fall and tilt over,

Mayhem came over this house and left it’s mark everywhere.

From the silverware to the painting that

My wife made of Christ And his saints.

Every thump we heard and felt, we asked ourselves, where you here?

Is the end near as you sounded the alarm?

my focus and innocence mind wasn't aware.

But not this day

Not this way,

No way,

They were not saints and there was no Christ.

The world watch,

As

we

Feared what we couldn't comprehend.

The calling was not of the Angels, but of the demons and their monstrous stature.

Their wrists handle bengals for bracelets and their hands chews on beasts from all the earth.

A bear held by one of those monster just drop into their huge mouths with ease, all twisted and tangled.

Like twizlers candies,

They turned and turned, breaking apart with each chew.

As blood drops from the bigger ones mouths , the little ones drank from that laughing and giggling.

Their laughs were almost human sounding.

My wife grab the kids and got into corner trying to stay hidden. While I stood dumbfounded at what stood before me. The invasion we have always suspected to come was now here. My eyes grew large as the stars twinkled Inside them.

As my head turn in 360 degrees,

Seeing everything all around me.

These

Written moments are my last images

Of my family.

Out of the forest,

Behind my house came another running,

Tearing away my smile

My heart and soul.

The crunch sound echoes in my brain still...the cries of the world

Still something I can hear now.......

TbC