There stood the priest.
With him was Adam.
Both clung to a dripping crucifix.
I screamed, "God damn!"A dart pierced the back of my neck.
Things turned black.There stood those vile creatures.
Mutants with the stink of Parmesan.
Rodents with the legs of frogs.
Dogs with sucker-cup tentacles.
I closed my eyes and whispered, "Where is my sun?"They sang and shrieked.
They shook their bodies to wicked beats.I turned and ran.
They ran me down.
In their grasp, I tried in vain.
They gutted me like I was a pedophile clown.Days later, here I am.
Immortal, still, between concrete walls soaked with fear.Along with another stupid painting.
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Secrets from a Church Basement: The Desperate Diary of Fresco Ayers
ParanormalGod won't save your life. But this book might. So says Fresco Ayers, a scientist struggling to save his daughter while protecting the rest of us from unfathomable perils that he helped introduce.