"A dead conscience" [Writer's contest 3]

“…I should be giving you more…”

“…I should be lifting my hands, giving glory, praise and glory…”

“More….”

“…more…” they screamed, throwing their hands in frenzy, running around in an invisible circle, one they don’t break out from.

Like a party around a bonfire, we chanted and danced in circles possessed of the white spirit.

“satan be gone, satan be gone!”

God really is our refuge…I critically looked into it. He truly is.

So satan be gone, get on, be gone!

The invitation

Can you do this for me, whisper a prayer.

If you cannot find me, send me a letter.

Invite me

I can adapt to anything

Revive me

And I would bring with me all things

Unimaginable pleasure

Long-lasting and harmless

I am aware you hate measures

Everlasting, limitless

It’s not evil, it’s virgin.

Those who did come have never complained

This is real, it’s our origin

Those who left regret in silent pain

Wishing ever to come back

I wouldn’t mind to have back.

It is an open call to the broad minds

Only to those who understand.

Everywhere I go I see this open invitation: Motor Park, school, market, and street, deep into the ocean and even in the church! Far away behind the deadliest hills where I thought no one could ever be, satan's invitation letter is, an invitation to accept evil! It isn’t on billboards or fliers or posters. Alas it was humans that wore it as purple apparel…the legendary coat of many colors. I can’t help but wonder if Adam himself would have survived this lure to eat the forbidden fruit of the 21century, the century before and the one after.

Sorry, I was trying to introduce myself, but I don’t think I would need that neither would you. I am everywhere. I am inside you. I was designed to fight satan. Evil. Many override me, alter the order and turn the volume of my voice down. I am not so powerless, helpless but I always think why humans would be allowed to have my remote controller…or maybe it’s not so, maybe it is because of my position in the order. I should have been christened the inevitable CONSCIENCE, or the sovereign CONSCIENCE. The immutable VOICE.

I am trying hard not to have inferiority complex, but I can’t help but think I am neglected in the order of life, like a tiny ant in the midst of virtual elephants. I still can move the trees they do, time is the factor here. Downfalls of those who neglect me and time have something in common, they just happen! Like a very slow pooof!

Talking about ‘very slow pooofs’, It has began already. I am in this girl’s head now trying ever so hard to convince her against her actions and to fight off the evil ones schemes.

What do I get for that? “It’s just my conscience, it would die off soon”

It’s my prayer you don’t join those who neglect me.

NAME:  Stanley Frenny