Something’s happening, sounds like thunder, maybe the Lord is on His way,
Chris de Burgh, The Devil’s Eye
He’s still angry and He’s after me since I cheated on the Spanish Train,
Oh yes He’s coming, and He could stop me, but He’d better make it soon,
‘Cause the last time that I won a world, I made it into a moon
These lyrics have been rumbling around in my head for hours.
Usually that means a story is birthing.
Like how “You Want It Darker” led to Last Call. Or “State of Independence” led to… State of Independence.
I shall be quite out of sorts the next few days while I tune into this frequency.
Hoping it’s a short play.
Won’t be disappointed if it’s a blog post.
At least I’m writing.
The Bloody Doors Off 
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