Do not misunderstand me. The light I make of this fumbling of minds, sights, and interior designers doesnt negate one Very important truth. Demons and their composer are all too real my choir. Surely, they lurk within crevices and cracks that ring out reality, scattered among the clutter of our faithless realm. Adjacently, and yes intermittingly diving into our spiritual world, they are no phonies I assure you. How do I know? Because I've seen enough to believe, wholeheartedly. However, I doubt seriously demons bother masquerading as some character from Edvard Munch's 'The Scream' while using a ugly couch pillow as cover. No my dear fool, there much more clever then that. And Closer as well. Tell me youve never felt a chill, a presence carrassing the wind as it brisks by you. Or tell me youve never felt eyes upon you when no one is home. Leave the photo stitching to wise asses, but give the evil is do. A empty room, a lifeless couch, upon a computer screen hiding for all to see. Ha. Much more clever, ... and Closer.
Another note from the Hymns.
