Southern California- These summer nights burn hot, no matter how cold the fog gets. I sit in the dark under some quiet candle light.
I try to imagine this life like a movie. Today, I saw the plot, the very reason I should live. I met the hero too... and no, it's not me. I'm no hero.
I saw beauty, I saw heaven. I saw the ugly, and the stench of hell today. I know what I must fight for. I know what I must wage war with. Though I roam the night alone, I am fully aware of who my enemies are: ..and they are coming to destroy me.
I sit here at my hero's desk, scattering myself over a Bible, realizing that the chief general to the army I am at war with is... myself. In this movie, men like me don't have happy endings. If I'm lucky, I might get to ride off into the sunset, before I get myself killed.
Beside me always, is my gal Kimberly. She is gorgeous, firm, and looks incredible in black. I wrap my hand around her, and I swear I hear her whisper that she'll never leave me. I slide my magazine deep into her, then rack the slide. ...Gorgeous. Men like me don't have happy endings.
My eyes look up at the window and I know it's time for me to ride the night. I never sleep anymore. I am a demon who trembles at the presence of Christ, fighting for a future I'll never see. I realize I'm nothing; I am nothing who believes that I should fight for Something.
It's dark outside now, and time to begin my ritual. Evil never sleeps and neither do I. Maybe I can be the tip of the spear that suppresses it from attacking those I love. I don't want to go at this war alone; men like me don't have happy endings.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. For God is with me. May He help me destroy my enemies....
...even if I have to destroy myself.
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