Kill The Devil.

      


    I can't remember your voice.  Was it charming or complacent?  It's easy to deny what you've lost; when you can't stand up and face it.  You wore make-up and cheap jewelry, as far as I can remember.  Your birthday was on Friday the 13th, 1993, September.  I meet these other girls; born just the same year.  Yet you still remain the younger, so far and yet so near.  I can remember late night talks.  Of girls and guys, truths and lies, anything that came up.  It didn't matter at the time, for as long as we stayed up.

But everything is gone.
It's all just gone. 
And I hate to say it--but I've moved on.

With your leave I did grow stronger.  Though indeed I wish you'd stay longer.
You were the best person I ever knew, and no one on Earth could ever replace you.

If  what the Bible says is true, and you are burning beneath me, then I will plunge and kill the devil
and dig you out believe me.   I've been thinking about it for awhile, and I realize that there's no justice.  Religion has no place to replace what God had given us.  And if your suffering is held right, and God himself agrees.  Then I will try to kill him too, for then he's no God for me.  Should instance play out to which I fail; I suppose I'll sleep in hell.  But remember that I still have dreams and those ideals will never stale.   Don't think me crazy or simply stupid, for all I am is man.  And for all I've come to hold and know you helped everyone understand.  So roast for a few more decades, and I will have God send me. 

To save your soul and all the rest,


when you died to become my memory.