I remember a devil who once hung from a bodhi tree.

Skinny, skimpy little bag of bones. He wore his scales and slithered on his belly; his long, slimy forked tongue dripping venom and empty lies.

Then one day the devil planted a seed; and in wicked glee he watched it grow. There he sat by his twisted tree, nursing his twisted hate… And I had to leave that god forsaken place for vileness had seeped into the earth and poisoned all the rivers.

In the end the land was filled with all his minions the way phantoms filled the sky and all that was left to do was raze Eden to the ground.

I swear I saw the devil’s face on Earth tonight!!

The beast was here all along…


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