Hell's Oven: The Devil's Helpers

They pray to the Almighty,
to keep them away from all Evil.
Yet I can't understand why,
money seems to be the only thing on their minds.

They pray for Love,
the pure platonic kind.
Yet  I can't understand why,
Hatred seems to be the only thing they harbour in their hearts.

They  pray for good Health,
and fewer visits to the Healer.
 Yet I can't understand why,
Pain seems to be the only thing their hands can inflict.

They pray for society to accept them as they are,
without any prejudice.
Yet I can't understand why,
they condemn people of race, religion and culture different from their own.

But what I do know for sure,
apart from these contradictions,
is that the God they pray to,
isn't who they would like us to believe.

Hell's Oven: My Very Own McDreamy

All this while I'd been busy getting used to life in Hell's Oven and getting dragged from one stinking lane choked with garbage to the other, when I was all of a sudden, confronted with the most valuable gem the Universe has to offer.

Love. I hadn't the first idea of how to approach this seemingly arrogant, brutally forthright and handsome man but I couldn't help dreaming about him day and night. His memory descends upon me in nightly dreams and our spiritual selves unite to consumate a sacred reunion. Or maybe that's just what it feels like. Have I found my soulmate? My twin flame? The one older to me? With him I no longer have a care in the world for the Devil and his hideous apprentices. His lower lip juts out in a way it makes him seem unyielding...even if only to protect what means the world to him. His eyes twinkle with mischief at having been able to pierce my heart repeatedly with his unforgiving sarcasm and his brilliant smile goes on for a mile, never really ending. He moves steadily but quickens his pace when needed. His hands are gentle and seemingly nurturing in their own masculine way. He doesn't try to show off on a bike or laugh boisterously on his cell phone to impress a pretty girl who passes by. He needs only to delve deep into his subject and talk passionately of its beauty to us...the ignoramus's of a deteriorating world. His soothing voice flows into my ear like a sweet melody created by the monsoonal rains, making me forget where I am... if only for a minute.

Will this love last until the end of time or just end prematurely like the others, with bitterness and grief remaining as its only souvenirs?

Only time will tell.