I opened up the scroll in my text messages today,
Discovering a new found message.
I didn't react because this scroll got too many reactions already,
In the past before.
So I scrolled down wishing to see what I really wished to see,
And didn't.
I scrolled up and ignored a few scrolls I really didn't care for,
Then at the top of the scroll was a messenger from Satan.
In the flesh, Satan himself!
I saved his number as which best describes his personality; "fake and ugly".
Asking me to chill, asking if I wanted to "kick it" with him.
Asking to pervert my musical talents with his instruments of newfound unidentified flying friendships,
You know, the ones that come and go, and come again when they feel the necessity to get some reactive activity from you.
Because everyone does or say something to get some type of fucking reaction,
Radioactive.
In a paranormal universe filled with the known unknown, the unknown that makes it so important to have an idea of trust to exist between all life forms,
Cause life can't function without any of that pixie dust, magical humanity, that is soon to be extinct as fast as people become shady,
Where can a friendship grow when a common ground of trust don't exist.
It can't.
And where can green grass grow with no sun or rain?
Humans ban, humans steal, humans cry, humans heal, humans enslave, humans write, humans document in scrolls whatever they feel is right, humans self center themselves around what other life forms think, humans would wash their hands of you but leave their feet to stink,
Dirty animals full of needed security, yet lacks modems of trust in their brain's software.
Sorry to decline Satan, I'll let you know, the next time I want to walk the line of execution, when I have the time.
