THE BOY WANDERS

The boy has no purpose or place,
So he wanders o’re the human race.
Not knowing the value of his gifts,
He floats as a ship that’s cast adrift.
Till crisis brings him to his call,
His journey bring meaning after all.

Josh: Tonight I wander through the dark,
Storm clouds gather, the wind is stark.
I am lost and all alone,
Don’t know where is hearth and home.
Suddenly, out from a distance children scream,
As they grasp for protection to coat inseam.
Please help us we are lost and sad,
We know not of where our mom and dad.
Suddenly I wasn’t lost and alone,
As I assured them I would find them home.

THE RED MONSTER

Josh: From a distance the great red monster stares,
Then closer he drifts with his piercing flares.
I look away, my friend goats me,
“Not man enough, you dare not see.”
As I look back, he jumps right in,
As if trying to penetrate through my very skin.
“I know not of you,” I tell the beast,
“To frighten me so far and deep.”
Ha-Satan: You know not of me, I hunt you night and day,
As a hungry lion stalks and strikes his prey.
I’m boiling in your heart and guts,
When power and force you long and lust.
I am the world's famines, plagues and sores,
The cause of hatred, strife and wars.
The world is mine at the setting of sun,
Let me show you how my work is done.

Ha-Satan: I own the children through violence and sex,
Like fish on a hook I reel in next.
And as I erode their innocence,
The care for them will shrivel hence,
The old come to loathe the young,
And slay the children till there’ none.

Josh: How can you find in them sadistic fun,
Then in the same breath say you want them gone?
If they bring any joy,
Even that of a sadist's toy,
Why rid them in your morbid ploy?

Ha-Satan: You fail to see my master plan,
It’s the future I intend to ban.

Josh: But what’s the purpose of this scheme?
I fail the comprehend its theme.

Ha-Satan: The end He wills at a later hour,
When souls are saved as blossoming flowers.
But I learned a new trick of mine,
About 50 to 100 years, your time.
If I can break the cycle of life,
And fill the world with bitter strife,
Then I’ll be able to rush the clock,
And bring all existence to a stop.
This is the cause for which I fight,
Till sun sets on an endless night.
And never more the sun shall shine.
Before they’re His their souls be mine.

Ha-Satan: I could have had you too, you know,
With all that you had taken in blows.
In your innocent days, trauma took its tole,
Ancestors sent angels to protect your soul,
From colossal blunders yet untold.
And all the days out in the rain,
You could very well have gone insane.
I cannot penetrate this protective vale,
But I’ve other means to make you fail.
A curse on you, you’ll know not where you stand,
You’ll know not if you’re old, young, women or man.
You shall always bare your inner scar,
And face impulses of the most bizarre.
You’ll see darkness o’er all the earth,
And curse the day of your very birth!

Josh: Now I understand the troubles hence,
The doubt, the struggle, it all makes sense.
I recall a purple cloak in the skies,
An awesome vision in my childhood eyes.
My pretty red-haired grandma by her right hand,
Now at last I understand.
Soul kinship must again begin,
The uprooting of such is the heart of sin,
The impersonalization program must be done in.
But first things first I understand,
Urgent business is at hand.

Ha-Satan: I’ve custody of those and the children you saw,
For possession is nine tenths of the law.
I have control of this bus,
The most you can do is make a fuss.
Josh: No more, you’ve made your last stand,
In taunting me you’ve tipped your hand!
Your wicked plan comes to a stop,
I may die, but they will not.
(Josh struggles to stop Ha-Satan with tipping the bus)

Josh: Your insidious plot shall end at last,
In God’s name back to hell thy cast.
[With that, a might wind blows, all divine symbols, Cross, Crescent, Star of David, the Statue of Buddha, all flash in a split second. Then suddenly, all is calm, the end]