soul.
In a flash we were in a fourth
location, a stage transfixed upon an open
field. A big tour bus waited alongside it, as
trucks were arriving for an upcoming
concert. Offering me fame and fortune as a
musical performer, the only catch was that I
had to give up the hymnal given to my by
the Lord Jesus. His icky little hands were
reaching out to me in a 'gimme' kind of
fashion, hoping I would hand him the book.
Saying nothing, I turned away in irritated
anger, shrugging my shoulders at his stupid
attempts to bribe me.
An old black woman approached
and for a moment, I was confused. Because
of her age, I wondered if she could be an Old
One, but something didn't feel right. "What
is your name?" I asked her. "Monica," she
said, smiling an evil grin. But because I had
paused, she quickly snatched me by the
remaining arm that wasn't being held by the
demon. "Are you here on behalf of the
light?!" I asked her, hoping that maybe she
had come to rescue me. It was already too
late when her sinister smile told me the
answer, as another very evil man appeared
to take me somewhere beyond the gateway
brent
(Brent)
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