Today, I slayed the devil!
I found him
skulking in his lair…
his eyes burning
like the fires of Mordor.
I put out the flames
with just one steely cold glance
stunning him into silence.
Then, I recited love poems
sang songs about peace and happiness
showed him images of starving children.
The tears streamed down my face like rain
falling upon the ground as a mighty flood
stained with the blood of a broken heart.
It was too much for him to bear -
he dropped onto his knees
and began writhing like a snake in the grass.
I scratched the sign of the cross upon his forehead
and washed away his number with my tears.
He became still – his face melted like Dali’s Stopwatch,
his dying breath issuing forth like an icy wind.
Today I slayed the devil …
The birds began to sing a sweeter song
than was ever heard before
and the sun shone brighter than has ever been known.
You will not see him again.
He has gone now – disintegrated into nothingness.
You may rest in your homes tonight
believing he is no more -
and dream of a brighter future …
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