Two figures dressed in red and black robes sat on a bed in a room that was illuminated in red light.  The larger figure looked at the smaller figure and said
"This is the day we've been waiting on.  It's ok to be nervous but don't be scared.  You are the sacred vessel. "  "I'm not afraid.  I'm just ready to get this day over with" said the smaller figure.   "That's just what I wanted to hear Levi.  It's time to get started.  Please follow behind me" said the larger figure.  "Yes" mother said Levi.
Levi followed his mother out of his room and down a hall that was illuminated in red light.  As Levi followed behind his mother he asked the question "Why do we use red lights to light the compound?"  "Because red is the color of blood.  Blood is sacred.  The color red is sacred" said the tall dark skinned woman.  "Oh" said Levi.  "When Priest summons the spirit Evil remember not to fight it.  Just let it take over" said the tall dark skinned woman.  "Ok" said Levi.  When Levi and his mother entered the worship area she had him stand in front of the altar and clergy.
"Thank you Harriet for escorting Levi to the altar" said a tall figure wearing a black hooded robe.  "You're welcome Priest" said Harriet.  Priest stepped down from the altar holding a baby creature in his right hand and a knife in his left hand.  Priest stabbed the baby creature in it's stomach and ripped it opened.  He stood in front of Levi and dipped his finger in the baby creature's blood and anointed Levi's forehead with it's blood.  "Bring me the Book of Evil" said Priest.  A short figure wearing a black hooded robe stepped down from the altar and brought Priest the Book of Evil.  Priest turned to the chapter Evil and began reading.  "As the night blinds the sight of the male and female and Death stalks the living and Hate stands on the grave of Love.  Only then will evil reveal itself.  I offer this vessel to the spirit Evil.  Come forward Evil I summon you."  
When Priest finished reading from the Book of Evil the red lights that illuminated the compound began to flicker off and on.  From out of no where a gust of wind began to circle around Levi.  Slowly the wind transformed into black smoke.  Levi was over taken with fear and unable to move.  The black smoke entered through Levi's gaping mouth and took possession of him.  Levi shook violently and fell to the floor.  "Levi are you alright?" asked Priest.
Levi stood to his feet and looked Priest in his face with eyes that was as black as death.  "The child is no longer in control" said Evil.  Evil walked up to Priest stock his hand in Priest's stomach and pulled out his intestines.  "LEVI YOU KILLED YOUR FATHER!" screamed HaHarriet as she ran over to the lifeless body of Priest.  
"I am Evil.  Like I told the child's father Levi is no longer in control but for amusement everyone may still call me Levi" said Evil as he looked at Harriet.   Evil pointed at the figures on the altar and told them to get rid of Priest's dead body.  "Yes Levi" said the robed figures.  "Harriet go gather the members of Sinister and bring them to the worship area" said Evil.  
Harriet walked out of the worship area and to the office of Iniquity.
She turned on the intercom and with a commanding voice Harriet tells the members of Sinister to come to the worship area.  Harriet turned back off the intercom and stood in the office for a few seconds.  What have we done? I can't believe I let my ten year old son be the vessel to that thing.  I can't believe we were stupid enough to summon that thing.  Thought Harriet.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

Planet of imprisoned pasts,
Time of dark and ragged masks.
Life of chants and pointless tasks,
Take a cask,
Let living last.

Yet under the cloak of the waterfall,
Despite the warnings in nature's call;
The Unhooded work on a better machine;

To spin a storm;
And set them free.

1969 Cult Mentality: Charles Manson
is asking you to “leave a sign… something witchy” at the scene of the
crime.  You listen because you believe he is Jesus.  You smear the word
                                                                ­                           “Pig” across the door.

1978 Cult Mentality: Jim Jones
is asking you to drink grape Kool-Aid infused with cyanide.  You do this
because you have been convinced that he is “Christ the Revolution.” You
                                 inject your child with the toxin before gulping it down.

1997 Cult Mentality: Marshall Applewhite*
is asking you to tie a plastic bag around your head after you consume a mixture of phenobarbital, applesauce, and *****.  You do this because you believe dying will take you to the spacecraft flying behind
Comet Hale-Bopp.  You make sure you have a
five dollar bill and three quarters
                                                         in your pocket for the interplanetary toll.

breathing in the cool night air
floating by without a care
flying by the midnight stars
my destinations never far
feel the pulse with your mind
relax and let go of time
tune in to the frequency
the space between you and me

tune into the midnight pulse
wont you drift away with us
focusing is over rated
third eye infatuated
hack into reality
infiltrate and spread your seed
collect your soul and take a stroll
out into the midnight cold

break free from the chains that bind you
the can hold you down
they know nothing can stop this
no way to bring us down
push away it surfaced again
**** the cages that they put us in
just another day i **** it away
erase the pain and forgive the sin

MIDNIGHT PULSE!

tune into the midnight pulse
wont you come and join our cult

~
ˇWhisper within my ear upon Thy comingˇ
At white clouds, clasp, my beloved king !
The throat singer is heard, drummin'—
To mountan's peek poetic rings .
~
Gently love, my limbs ablaze --
-   to thee  -  to heaven's heir ;
Pun cores of springs amaze ,
All dancing, all like vestals fair .
~
Pure soul is thine at times
Of no tommorows —
To shine thy sleepless rhymes    
Within Grand Spirit's Colors .
~

Leave us in a bedroom
a locked room
both bound by a fleeting veneration
but no tangible definition
and windows will fog up
with excess anxious laughter
and phlegmmed throats
til the glass transforms
transparent to translucent
so the outside world becomes
an informed guess about
which coloured shape is going
                   where.
The door handle will twist into the room’s
home grown central nervous system
backed by rising voices
rising pulses
assuring ourselves it is
everybody outside
who is trapped and not us
because ‘cosy’ has scribbled over
‘cramped’ between the sheets of peeling
wallpaper and bodies upon bodies upon
bodies only excites.
We will stay in bed
cocooned around this single duvet
and distracted into its folds because this
is how we choose to spend
free will. Don't
murmur about the locked door
and even when it opens for
lack of air or food
so we tentatively tread through into the
open, or perhaps closed,
I beg you to
grab my wrist and pull me back and whisper
tear yourself up
decrease with me
because this will always be the one place we’ll happily suffocate.

We don't know what say the clock,
For we are too busy, we are alone.
We know not where we walk
'Till we look up from our phones.

How, then, are we to see where our lives are headed?
How, then, are we to see that we are embedded?

What I saw; it's not as I once knew.
What I practiced; it's not how I once grew.
I stood as a growing, but bending tree.
Only to be awakened by a strange and different breeze.

I go now to plant my roots elsewhere,
I go now in search of a different air.
My fellow trees, I hope, will still be within reach,
That our branches' bonds will not grow weak.

I pray that He leads me with His staff,
That I will listen to His will for me.
I hope that I will not be like the chaff,
But instead, by streams of a new water, be like the tree.

A cult of madness pushes through my heart
tearing through this chest
through bone sinew tendon and muscle as I long to fill this void
with every strained pulse and shallow gasp of breathe blood spurts from his chest
Like *** escaping from a lovers slit
Something belongs in this divided but Ive forgotten what
and no amount of love could fill this indefinable gape
Could you swallow my heart
Could you  swallow it
could you push through my sternum
embrace with it your hands rip it away from my flesh
And as you bring it to your lips cupping it like water from a spring
gaze into my eyes as you swallow it  muscle
sinew and all