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[iamthegb]

Tear a lying tongue out by its roots

I'll feed it to the mice around the chicken coop

Sister comes running to sound the alarm

There's hell in the henhouse, and there's blood in the barn

Now, the damn fox does what a damn fox does

Sneaking and stealing and looking for a buzz

The rooster is a devil with some talons and a comb

The sun comes up, he don't crow, he moans

Well, the fireworks started on the 4th of July

Place your bets on which one dies

The fox is a killer, the fowl's a maniac

They favor small faces to Fleetwood Mac

Momma, better let your gravy simmer

Daddy's gonna be a little late for dinner

Feathers are flying around the farm

There's hell in the henhouse, and there's blood in the barn

There's a shed out back where grandpa's been

He's waiting for the South to rise again

Don't light a match if you go inside

It smells like Hadacol and formaldehyde

He's been in this world for a pretty long time

He says two nickels ain't worth a paradigm

He's slow as molasses. He's wrinkled and mean

He don't like Yankees or lima beans

The blackbird swiped him a pocket knife

He don't care much for the neighbor's wife

She called him a rube, a cracker, and a menace

But the worst he ever was was a Seventh Day Adventist

Well, he fell in cahoots with a rock n roll band

Turned up drunk and tattooed in Japan

But he couldn't commit wholly to the Devil's side

His ink reads "six six five point nine"

Momma better let that gravy simmer

Daddy's gonna be a little late for dinner

Feathers are flying around the farm

There's hell in the henhouse, and there's blood in the barn

Back to the rooster and the damned old fox

One of them is dead, like a car on blocks

Grandpa's cussing, sister's about to cry

The blackbird says he was baked in a pie

Yelling and squawking and screaming and bawling

The phone is ringing, and the preacher's come calling

"I can't talk now, there's a ruckus at the gate"

I guess salvation's gonna have to wait

Momma, better let your gravy simmer

Daddy's gonna be a little late for dinner

Feathers are flying around the farm

There's hell in the henhouse, and there's blood in the barn

[iamthegb]

I love you so much

[iamthegb]

I can see you

Standing with him

He ain't holding your hand

Like he should

And he ain't listening

To a word you say

He doesn't look at you the way I would

I should steal you away

I've been wondering

Are you looking at me?

Thinking how it would be

If you were mine?

Girl, it drives me crazy

He don't know what he's got

I'm fighting so hard

Not to cross the line

I should steal you away

In the middle of the night,

Come take your heart

I should steal you away

I can see us

Walking out that door

Not looking back

As we roll down the road

I would show you

What a man's supposed to be

Take you anywhere

You ever want to go

I should steal you away

In the middle of the night,

Come take your heart

I should steal you away

[iamthegb]

Coal black night

Blood red moon

Conju woman

Singing a zombie tune

Lightning crash

Thunder boom

Standing alone

At the crossroads of doom

She paints my holy cross red

Burns black candles

At the corners of my bed

Ain't never been so afraid

Of the living or the dead

As I am of that woman

Witchy Red

Hangs my picture

Upside down

Swamproot vine

Keeps me bound

Sawtooth grass

On my crown

On my trail

A hellhound

Black cat bones

Soaked in bathtub gin

Gris-gris satchel

Made out of human skin

Damballa

And his next of kin

Made this fool get religion

And give up his sin

She paints my holy cross red

Burns black candles

At the corners of my bed

Ain't never been so afraid

Of the living or the dead

As I am of that woman

Witchy Red

[iamthegb]

Black is the night

Full is the moon

So strange, the starlight

Down here below

Black is the night

Across the land

No good or evil

No soul of man

Black is the night

Upon our prayers

Just like the darkness

We've come to fear

We crawl in shame

Twisted and whored

Yonder, the godless

Mouth their words

In ashen dreams

Our souls are sworn

Upon our bodies

Just flesh and bone

At death, we weep

In black, we mourn

We die in darkness

The same way we're born

[iamthegb]

As I sit here now, watching the cigarette smoke slowly, lazily swirl upwards, I wonder why I even write this. It's not as if you will believe me. No one would. I wouldn't believe me either, were I not the one living in this hellish, endless nightmare. But I just have to get it out. I have to tell someone. Anyone.

I saw him again last night. The man at the bottom of the stairs. Just as I have seen him every night for the last year. Just as I know I will see him again tonight. Once again, he looked right at me. Me, sitting at the top of the staircase, smoking a cigarette. He, standing at the bottom. I didn't bother trying to speak to him. It wouldn't do any good. He never answers. I don't remember when I stopped trying to communicate with him, this man at the bottom of the stairs. This shadowy figure who is there, yet is not there at all. This man who looks exactly like me, but is nothing like me. How could he be me? I am me. But when I see him, it's like looking in a mirror, yet, having a stranger staring back at you from the other side of the glass.

I'm sorry, I've gotten ahead of myself. Perhaps I should start from the beginning.

It was August of last year when I moved into my little townhouse. I was in the middle of a divorce, and needed a place to live, preferably on the lower end of the economic spectrum. In the end she got everything, the house, the furniture, all of our friends. I was left with only my car, and my clothes. But, none of that is important. What is important is I was able to find my current home, in its typical middle class neighborhood, for the very reasonable sum of $500 a month. I say reasonable, but in truth it was an absolute bargain, considering everything around it was at least double that price, if not more. I had to jump on the opportunity.

The townhouse itself is nothing overly spectacular. But it is clean, and cozy, and furnished. I've never actually met my landlord. Everything was handled by phone, and the payments are all made via an online system. The day I moved in, I arrived to find the key in the lock, with a note taped to the door, apologizing for not being there in person, and explaining that another tenant had a water pipe burst, and he had to tend to that, as it was, after all, an emergency. I am fairly introverted myself, so it suited me just fine.

For the first month of living there, there was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. I would go to work, come home, order takeout, watch a bit of television, and go off to bed. Then, one night, I began to hear noises. The stairs creaking. I brushed it off as nothing more than the house settling. Nothing at all out of the ordinary.

The next night, I again heard the creaking on the stairs, only this time, it was followed by what sounded like the kitchen sink running. I quickly lept out bed, and ran downstairs to investigate, but there was nothing. All the lights were off. There was no water running in the kitchen. Everything was absolutely still and quiet. I chalked it up to an over active imagination, and sauntered back up the stairs to bed.

The following night, I once again heard the creaking coming from the stairs. This time however, it was followed by the faint sound of the television, and a man's quiet laughter. I again hurried down the stairs to the living room to find... absolutely nothing at all. I began to wonder if I was going mad. Perhaps I needed some human contact outside of the courteous, forced good mornings from my co-workers, whom I had never really been overly social with.

The next evening, I decided to stop off at a bar after work. Maybe I just needed to be around people. I had a few drinks, listened to the music, and watched the people. I didn't really interact much. As I said before, I am rather introverted.

I arrived home around ten at night. As I opened the front door, I saw him for the first time. He was sitting at the top of the stairs, smoking a cigarette. He seemed both surprised and not surprised to see me, as I was too see him. His hand shook a bit as he raised the cigarette to his lips. I shouted at him, but he only continued to stare at me with that mix of frustration and slight panic in his eyes. He appeared to be writing something.

It was the same the next night. And the following. And every night, including this night. Just sitting, and smoking, and writing, and silently staring. He closes the door, this man who looks like me, but isn't me.

And he is gone.

I am gone.

[iamthegb]

What do you look like in my eyes?

How do I see you?

I see a desert sunset. A sky painted with reds, blues, orange, and purples of beautiful perfection.

I see the clearest midnight. Stars shining brightly against a blackened sky. The light guiding me through the eternal darkness.

I see the roiling passion of a raging sea. Sucking, and pulling me into the embrace of her heaving waves.

I see a rainbow after a storm. The promise of a better tomorrow. An end to destruction.

I see the peaceful silence of a snow covered wood in deepest winter. That hush I dare not disturb with crunch of snow, or snap of twig, or quietest whisper.

I see a meadow in spring, covered as far as human eye can see with blossoming wildflowers, and teeming with new life.

I see a cozy fireplace. That lif preserving warmth which keeps at bay the cold and lightless void.

I see raw magic, and the deepest mysteries revealed in ancient tongues, long since forgotten by men.

I see the ever expanding cosmos whirling around me as I rapidly plunge headlong, forwards or backwards, through time and space, too fast for me to comprehend. Yet, I know every speck, every particle, every atom intimately.

I see the hand of God working perfection into every flawless curve, every delicate hair. The bluest of eyes, which have gazed with loving understanding at my soul laid bare, naked and vulnerable.

I see eternity.

I see Forever.

I see home.

[iamthegb]

[iamthegb]

[iamthegb]

Well...

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[iamthegb]

I'm glad you're finally getting proper treatment. Hopefully you feel much better soon

[iamthegb]

My Dearest Beloved,

It is with great excitement I write to you today. My life has improved, due to the following bizarre happenings detailed below.

Professionally, I have left civilized society in order to hunt the beasts which lurk in the deep woods. This has greatly improved my life, and health. My family is missing, and it is my greatest hope your family is still detectable on this physical plane. Physically, I am in dire need of larger spears with which to fight the hogbeasts.

I am greatly saddened by your long absence, and I pray to embrace you again very soon.

With all my love forever,

Your Eternal Servant

[iamthegb]

[iamthegb]

[iamthegb]

Happy Thanksgiving!

[iamthegb]

Thirty-three years. Thirty-three years is how long it took me to find something I didn't know was missing. Until the day I found it. Found you. Found forever. A year of pain, and joy, and tears, and laughter. And now it's thirty-four. Thirty-five will be better. Thirty-six, better still. On and on and on through the ages. Eternity. Forever. I'm glad you made it out of the void.

[iamthegb]

The more you know