John The Shepherd

John The Shepherd by Hector M. Rivera Prologue The hooded figure darted from shadow to shadow blanketed by a bright noon day. The gutted torn buildings gave birth to crooked shadows like some demented Dr. Suess nightmare. Empty rusted cars provided his cover as he slowly neared his prize. It was being guarded by aContinue reading “John The Shepherd”

“F— You Lucifer”

I know I am supposed to forgive you, Yet children murdered is what brings you glee. A God in heaven weeps for the predator who cannot see. Why do I live in this rotten shanty Of a world of baby’s screams eternal? A lesson must be learned of those who have been murdered, icy. IContinue reading ““F— You Lucifer””