Spirits Unrest

Such evil no guilty conscience kept under seal sleepless nights for the weak of mind and desecration of bleeding hearts. Too young to exit this earth prematurely unaware of the terror on the road a right cross to the jaw unable to keep the eyes from closing with a bathtub of everclear. His fate was sealed once he entered into the chilly October night evil prowls in the shadows prolestizing the good book salivating at the opportunity soon to come of sinking their teeth into fresh meat their grand purpose for existing. unable to face their victims without a chemical to numb the senses such dead eyes unable to see a heaven instead a needless death captured with hands folded like a messianic pose inside a junkyard by a murky lake. p 1 6 26