Scared: Sin of Satan

Scared: Sin of Satan

The shot of cold steel from her eyes to his pierced deep to his soul.  The shining hook found its mark joining the many other hooks from earlier days.  The need to keep his love and longing in her powers; her control until the time God told her it was right to release him.  To join him.  Or, to destroy him as the seed of Satan sought revenge.  Revenge for what so unsure, either for his actions following his heart and God or for loving her though feeling so undeserving, so scared; for wanting to raise her above herself to a world of 'feelings' and Above Cognitive.  The sin of Satan opened to be freed by the emotion of revenge.  To be nourished by 'scared'; the fear and terror of being 'more'.  The birth of growth of her aura and its layers of colors.  The coming of new feelings.  A new journey to Above Cognitive.  To let someone in her heart and soul.  The horror, or the desire, which?

Scared throughout her body, nerves, down to her being, as turning her head and walking away.  So wanting him to follow and stop her.  To turn her around and with his eyes feel the romance of her inner glow, the feeling of God's love and faith.  But Satan, his weapon sin, the releasing of scared.  Fear and terror into him.  Scared, he of she.  The key for unlocking the door of his world, releasing him to human emotions and passions, temptations to keep him from his destiny. Which was she!  God performs miracles for His reason and he felt there was a reason God saved him years earlier, as she had saved him in the past months.  Scared of his forever growing love; what can hold such love without overflowing?  Scared she will love him back; scared of becoming Above Cognitive, his destiny with her.

Disappointment, as walking away down the hall, not of him, but of her for going against what her heart told her, or was it whispers from God she fought.  Either, no matter, Satan's scared sin unrattled her from within; scared sin of what the rules and words of man told her; rules and words of Satan if without the meaning of God.  Scared of the pleasures she received from his torments.  Revenge for what others did her; she would do onto him.  The cuts, wounds, and pains of long ago, her turn to inflict them onto him.  Shaking her head, "No!"  Yet, her fight with Satan, none.  The pleasures, so good.  Oh, justification, so easy, none true.  Scared sin of Satan the touch of destruction, hers to wield against him.  No tears, for no "feelings" to feel.  Him, her "feelings" she does not want, no meaning does she seek.  No journey to Above Cognitive for her.

Memories of him as she sat alone wondering the meaning of it all.  She needed no man she said, but the emptiness without him, his love and caring, his need, wants and desires, she now felt the voids of Hell.  Satan's scared sin long lost from the others after him.  The excitement and joys overwhelmed by the pains, torments and horrors that came with them.  Why? she questioned as looking into the mirror of winkles and battle scars of body and soul.  Looking up, she saw the reflection of God.  "Your destiny is with him.  Fight not Satan but yourself.  Fulfill your destiny to me."  His reflection flashed a brightness and she awoke to her youth and beauty he so adored.  Above Cognitive and meaning scared her no more; she wanted 'more'.  Or, she thought as looking back from the mirror, was it all a story of the journey to Above Cognitive, and no more.