Heard Evil, Seen evil, Spoke of the Evil .

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As Mizaru covers his eyes, Kikazaru covers his ears, and Irazaru covers his mouth, I write with the two hands I was given, the story I lived and if you trace to the end you see the name of the devil, like many semordhilaps you see his name when your eyes stare at the last letter of lived and make your way forward to the first letter, God also ended his book with the devil in its context. I am of no monkey, anthropolist believe that we were morphed from an animal, God’s word says we are created by him, now the parents that raised me tried to force the belief that God does not exist, yet my Father worships hell, I believe for his belief he will end up in the sanctuary where he worships while I will be with my Father in Heaven. Before I was able to be within my own understandings, my God guarded my ear, eye, and heart gates for me, but before I used to look at the three monkeys each covering a part of there body, their ears, mouth and eyes, it would be less of a game of Twister for me to guard my gates without more hands covering my eyes, as I hold my mouth from the words I speak, or to cover my ears, when my mouth is taped by the father who disciplined me for speaking high of a man he claimed did not exist, while blindfolding me saying “If I can’t see life through his eyes, I will stare at the blackness as my eyes were covered”, I wish he would have covered my ears because I will never forget that night, I heard my father beating on my mother demanding my father stop torturing me because of his insaneness. When she removed the blindfold from my eyes, I stared into hers, she stared into mine, the name of Jesus came out her mouth as she looked at her child’s eyes filled with tears as I looked into her eyes and see the brusies on her face and the black around her eyes.

From that day on I promised not to let evil lurk in my life, I wish from holding our ears really let the words go in one ear and out the other, but my dad prevoked me with an uncovered mouth to look him in the eye and tell him he was the devil. The snicker in his voice showed he got pleasure when someone said “Go to Hell”, because that’s a place where he rather vacation. I still pray for my father, though he preys with the devil, being the predator to every religion.

“At your funeral, I hope you know I’m going to have you in a church and we are all going to pray for your sins and ask God for your forgiveness, and I hope you know at Sunday School they said Hell is not somewhere you want to go?” He chuckled as I walked in the door from sunday school, I pictured horns on his head, he never made eye contact with me any more from the day I started going to church, he said looking in the eye of a believer he sees their foolishness of following the guidelines of a book that we don’t know its orgin.

He reached for a lighter on the living room glass table, “See this fire, daddy is not afraid of fire baby, so that little funeral you have for daddy won’t exist because daddy wnated to be cremated do you know what that is?”

“HEEEELLLLL!” , I was only nine years old, I didn’t know what cremation was back then, but my mind was always fixed that every place my father wanted to go or went had some type of reference to hell, his work was hell, matter of fact he made our house hell. I watched him sit there as he played with the fire, from my room I can see his infactuation with the flame, I seen the devil within his grin as the flame reflected off his pupils.

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If the mute had a chance to talk, whisper one word, I am quick to hear and slow to speak. I cherish the words that I am able to let off my mouth, but there are just many the abuse there freedom to speak, there words are swords, but I defend those who are mute because silence is golden, and I believe they are the wisest.