SatanSatyR

Who was home early in the Summer Sweltering Shelter the drinks are only cool in the shaded heat. The old one from yesterday left  here is colder than the one who broguth today from town misspent the time could not find FORD on river. Who alternates his drink sucking at them both bottles in this heat as soda dwindles from both containers who heard the SatyR coming like as a two legged deer walking. There is no mistaking the sound of them Golden Cloven Hooves : Clip Clip Clip Clop Clop Clop Clop Clip Clip Clop Clip Clip. He clicks and minces with each step the eldest of all gods His Bearded Countance all wooly on both ends but something like a leering human where it counts like a Satan Lancealot come down from Heaven full of love. The only clue of whereabouts the smell that awefull smell of wet wool too long left out to breed all sorts of sinfull smells. His fingertips were sparkling fire of flames the Devil does not smoke nor chew naught but profane remedies red chinese berries he finds growing in the grass on Mountain sides and overpass. The only pathway taken by the mirass of gas sucking intake engines whinning as they throttle up to overtake the carcasses of deer or carapace of who. Who could not kiss them dark black lipps he pulls them over fang of over larger tooth. Who frowns as SatyR almost smiles. Who is glad as Satan leaves and goes away : Clip Clip Clip Clop Clop Clop Clop Clip Clip Clop Clip Clip.