mr. bitter
What about that demon?
He looks like people I know
or don't know.
It's not them; just looks like them.
He can assume any form he wants,
I guess.
He appears as mental imaginations -
phantasms, as they were once called.
I call them sock puppets.
Family, friends, strangers, priests, etc.
He doesn't appear as Jesus.
Demons sometimes do, you know.
He leaves the saints alone,
except for my guardian angel,
St. Ralph.
Mr. Bitter impersonates him.
St. Ralph.
That's what I call him.
I don't know his real name.
St. Ralph and I will be in Heaven someday.
I'll have a tent,
somewhere on Mary the Virgin's property.
St. Ralph will be there too
when he wants to.
I'll ask him to run for cooking supplies.
I'll entertain guests there,
cook oatmeal for them.
It'll be near some endless ocean
with beautiful sunsets,
and cliffs leading to the beach.
On the far side, the woods.
And I'll be in a grassy clearing
near the cliffs.
Travelers will come and go.
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