Tag: soul

So Satan Said


I will take revenge.
I will go to your humans.
I will make them mine.
I will control them.
I will enter their minds.
I will penetrate their desires and I will mould them against your wishes.
I will occupy their hearts, I will rule their minds, I will make their souls mine.
I will suck all goodness out of them.
I will hypnotise them with evil.
I will deceive them in the sweetest ways.
I will mislead them in the most trustful ways.
I will attack them, in the most pleasant ways.
I will come at them from every direction.
I will knot their necks. I will blind their hearts. I will poison their blood.
I will consume them. From above, below, behind. From the front, and both sides.
I will addict them to myself.
I will threaten them. I will frighten them. I will love them.
I will take a million forms, and each will be a facade.
I will seem to them what they need, while being the opposite.
I will become their god. I will take them from you.
I will invite them, they will respond.
I will make them mine.
I will take revenge.

For they are clay, and I am fire.
I will not prostrate to them.
For they are clay, and I am fire.

I am fire.
I am fire.
I am fire.
I am fire.
I am fire.
I am fire.

Yes. And in fire you shall burn.



Internal Relations

She felt too strongly. Almost abnormally. Not just emotions, but physical pain too. Not the pain of burns and cuts, but of those things which never even happened. Every evening while pouring tea into cups, she imagined it scalding her feet and visibly flinched at the pain of it. Her university was notorious for its crows. Whenever she walked from her class to the cafeteria, she observed all the crows, imagined them clawing at her eyes and squeezed her eyes shut because the pain compelled her to. Working with a knife always had her protecting her feet because the pain of a knife landing its point into her foot was too much for her to bear. She was always careful with pencils, making a point of keeping their nibs down, because she had felt the pain of a pencil piercing her eye.

Combing her hair had her imagining it raking through the flesh of her scalp until she physically felt blood dripping down her neck. Even taking her temperature put her through pain. She was always cautious of how much pressure her lips applied on the thermometer, for fear of the burning that the mercury caused in her body.

One night, she dreamt of being shot. Three silver bullets entered neatly above her heart, and exited at the back. When she woke up, she could easily point out the spot where she had been shot. And she could explain the pain. Of each separate bullet.

She felt it all, yet she lived a very normal life. No one could know the fear this girl lived with. She had learned to suppress her pain, she had grown up with it. She was no longer even afraid of it. But it still hurt.

It was funny though, most of this pain seemed to focus on her eyes and feet. Eyes, she believed were windows to the soul. And feet, she was told, was where the soul exited. Maybe the pain wanted her soul.


She cried and cried, for no one knows how long. It was as if she was crying her soul out. It doesn’t take long for a person to cry out their pain, their heart. But crying out a soul is different. It requires a deliberate effort, to push the tears out- each with a wisp of soul in it. Until there’s no more soul left; all cried out. That is when, although tears still remain, the person becomes soulless- with no sensibility, beyond caring, beyond doing anything with intent.

So when she cried so hysterically for so long, people thought she was crying her soul out. So that she would not care anymore for whatever came her way. She knew though, she could never cry it out; not her soul. The sensibility of everything was too great to lose. Even if she lost everything, she would not give that up.

Her soul was the one thing left free still. Her mind was occupied, her heart captured. Her actions were controlled, her sight and hearing channeled. But beyond all of this, was her soul- the one thing they couldn’t get to. The one thing that would be hers for ever, until He took it back. Because it was really His. She was just given it for safe-keeping, for a mere two hours.

And she was trying to keep it safe, so she could return it as pure as it was when she got it.