The 90 Yegs

"Can you help me? I can't be bothered. I think I've done it. 'It's' dead!"

I didn't reply to Emelbert, until I decided to listen to voices. They were being invaded by Satan. I had to Help. I grabbed my head, without moving, sat on teh edge of the bed, and willed a nano-second prayer. Black woe, flowed around my head, I willed Satan away by feeling. I have done it before, it's easy, cry out a Love, and it screams, I pushed all the demons back into the Fire.

"We were in It, for 90 Yegs!!"

He couldn't press the fingers against the piano. He sighed and turned from it.