Where angels fear to tread

WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD•

They reside between here and the other side,

Defenders of our souls a mission not hide,

Their role is to save your soul from the dark,

The evil of hell and the hounds that bark,

Angels are not winged fantasies,

But armed soldiers who aim our lord to please,

Thousands of years they have fought without fear,

Bravely and ferociously dueled with death near,

When they are first to souls; defend it they will,

But if demons claim it bodes no good ill,

For demons drag the soul down below,

Where angels and mortals dare not go,

But a mission the angels are bound to hold,

To follow in the dark they go still bold,

Into hells quarter where monsters roam,

Angels know that they may never again see home,

Into the darkness to face all kinds of evil,

To attempt to save your soul from the devil,

For the angels have a role to serve god near earth,

And will do all they can to ensure your souls worth,

Fighting with demons the war never ends,

Armageddon is closing in and shivers it sends,

If evil were you then hell you’ll endure,

Those who couldn’t choose good did ignore,

Those who have faltered slide straight to hell,

Where your worst fears come home to tell,

Screaming will never relieve your pain,

Through eternity no relief you’ll ever gain

Passage to heaven if you have been pure,

Angels and demons the fight remains for,

No prayer or true sin was committed by you,

The majority of humans souls are in view,

And angels face a growing number of souls,

Who seem undecided in their life goals,

Armed with a sword made of prayer, 

They wield great power as a demon slayer,

Pray they are near you when the ends nigh,

They have 7 days to carry you up high,

For if the battle for your souls lost to demons,

There is no coming back or any redeeming,

For the angels on earth have a one solemn vow,

Their sacrifice for the human soul is how,

They pay pennants for the devils fall from grace,

The ex angel charged with heavens disgrace.

"Et Satan conduit le bal..."

 

"Un pauvre peuple se leve, dans un geste de conjuration, la main droite vers le visage, vers le front, vers la meche des calamites qui s'enchainent : combien de temps encore!_ Pas aussi longtemps que persistera le souvenir de tous ceux qui ont souffert l'indescriptible qui a ete fait ici; de chaque coeur broye, de chaque volonte brisee, de chaque honneur outrage, de toutes les minutes de bonheur volees de la creation et de chaque cheveu auquel on a touche sur la tete de tous ceux qui n'etaient coupables de rien d'autre que d'etre nes! Et seulement jusqu'a ce que les bons esprits dans un monde d'etres humains se reveillent pour l'acte de justice."

 

Extrait de la preface ecrite par jacques Bouveresse dans "Troisieme nuit de Walpurgis" de Karl Kraus. Editions Agone 2005. 

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La première phrase.

 

 

Je marchais. Le soleil brûlait. L'ombre des cyprés se décalait progressivement. Il était midi.

 

Un peu plus loin l'enfant jouait. Sa mère le regardait. Le vent jouait dans leurs cheveux. Marguerite repassait dans la lumière à l'intérieur. Le téléphone sonnait. Depuis ce matin, il n'arrêtait pas de sonner.

"Marguerite! Réponds, s'il te plait".

Il fallait tout dire à cette femme. Sa lenteur exaspérait. Le silence qu'elle employait comme seul moyen de communication agaçait. Pourtant tout le monde savait.  Le monde entier savait, ne pouvait ignorer, detourner le regard des yeux vides, des cernes et des rides du visage de Marguerite. Margaux, margot, marguerite : la femme-fleur, la femme-oiseau.