Hot & Spicy
Be it known that I am but a humble servant of god passing
thru your fine fertile lands. My honored
benefactor has blessed me with a roof over my head and hospitality unmatched in
my lands. I am truly blessed. May you be
blessed and honored upon meeting your Gods.
However, I pray the gods not to repeat what was described me
as spicy orange chicken and hot rice for the days blessed meal. Cubed chicken baked then seared in what could
only be described by this humble servant of god as straight from the bowels of
hades, belching fire and lava from the very bowels of the earth, burning the
very core of one’s soul. One bite. I ran, fled screaming from the grand room as
if the very devil was grasping the tails of my simple robes, smoke billowing
from my under garments, screaming, screams
damning Lucifer’s name, but begging for the
lords repentance from my torment. With
my mouth agape, saliva gushing from my burnt being, I plunged my head deep into
a watering pail meant for the animals of the lot. Boiling waters caressed my temples. Blessed be the cold waters………..
I must be continuing my travels forthwith, without delay;
down the dusty road is my lot. I fear
the mornings call to duty, forgive me my lord my sins of this earth. Prayers are made oh lord my savior blessed
lord of all men, beg protection from the forenights blistering indulgences.
From the Ramblings
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