I write under the banner of TheRedCockroach but in truth I be Santo Nicola, the Black Monk -the Anti-Christ's- mentor and teacher. I'm not from this dimensional reality so from time to time I possess the writing hands of a third rate hack that resides in your mundane world. His name holds no significance.
as the walls came tumbling down
an itsy bitsy spider weaved its web
amongst the bug infested ruins of Armageddon
whilst the last rites of the red cockroach
(administered by mealy mouth maggots
whispering sanctimonious platitudes)
sent the faithful into a frenzy of despair
in the clear sparkling waters of heaven
an itsy bitsy spider laid its colorless eggs
amongst the pristine ruins of Avalon
whilst the coronation of the blue dolphin
(administered by God obsessed virgins
singing songs of jubilee)
signaled to the faithful that rapture was at hand
in the cold dark corridors of hell
the itsy bitsy spider gave a halleluiah shout
as it crawled back into the bloated belly of the beast
it’s the small things in life that go unnoticed…
(excerpt from the journals of "the four horseman of the apocalypse")
