Dry Bones And Words

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Misty awoke to the sound of the scream. Looking around the room only the shadows played off the walls. Nothing seemed out of place, nor in it's right place either. Nothing seemed in it's right place since Tom's untimely death last week. Just three weeks in their new home and the unimaginable happened. A heart attack they said. Misty thought, "Tom was not in the best shape, but he was only forty-two, it just didn't make sense." "Maybe I should have listened to him about having children last year?'". Well no use going over that in her head again she told herself. But that scream, it seemed so real tonight. And the bell that rung from the old church so many years whispered in her ear...

I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain
I'm comin' on like a hurricane
My lightning's flashing across the sky
You're only young but you're gonna die
I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives
Nobody's putting up a fight
I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell
I'm gonna get you, Satan get you

Hells Bells AC/DC

Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour:

1Peter 5:8

Captain Folktastic

Edited: 09.12.2018

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