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 At the first shock 

I awoke out of a deep sleep,

Oh the torturous agony!

The sky is falling!

The world is imploding!

We all knew it was going to happen 

It was just a matter of time really...

Is this how it ends?

Here in my bed chambers?

Another shock of torturous agony..

The second more intense then the last..

Twisting, and seething I exclaim:

Is that you Satan?

Have you finally come to collect me?

I know I have led a trite,meaningless life..

Sipping the wine from every cup,

Laying about , coveting..

Over indulging...

led astray by the wolves

I am a wretch!

A monster!

Another intense shockwave of pain

Courses throughout my nerves 

My sinew

My  surely damned , surely charred flesh 

Seared to perfection.

I have resolved that Satan himself

Has affixed his pitchfork 

Into my buttocks and 

Is jolting me 

Prodding me

Raping my life from me.

Kicking and screaming 

And spitting...

Nightmarish visions ensue

Of horsemen...

Blackened eyes

Black robes and hooded skulls

Scythe and sickle..

The Reaper..

The Queen Ghoul..

The long bony finger of death

Dragging my twisted smoldering carcass 

Off to the doldrums of eternal damnation.

.......I pass out....

“Sciatica is a bitch”