Copyright (C)1996 Ashtoreth (William Haas); all rights reserved.
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					visage

They scratch at the walls of being, waiting only for the cracks to appear.  
When the world of human things defies us, when the tower teeters over, the 
fissures will appear, and our demons will return.

Those who speak of demons today, who speak of the Devil, cannot comprehend the 
reality that this invasion will evidence; for only then will there be a 
vacancy in the world of real things, of true things, of solid human things... 
there will be a void left by the collapse of our comfortable lives, and these 
creatures... these creatures that prowl and pace outside the boundaries of 
what matters... will slip in and take up residence in the cavities, burrow in, 
and wait for one of us to step too close... gnash at our minds, bite into our 
worry, inflame it and suck out the hot juice that swells it.  They will be as 
real as any of our mundane concerns, not cowed by horns nor tails nor devilish 
trappings, curled in the basements of our minds, waiting for morsels to reach 
inside and feel about for an answer, nipping a piece at a time.  They shall be 
as real as anything; they shall eat your concern and excrete misshapen 
answers, feeding you almost-truths, a trail leading you down into their lair 
where they will pull you in headlong.

--Ashtoreth 7/96