The whiskey fueled invocation breathes the hot breath of Lucifer. The eyes seeing only darkness, the spiritual forces making desperation swell. A time will come when the stairway to ascention from this sorry state will be made aparent. Perhaps even when incarcerated one can appreciate the beauty of creation. My soul has become incarcerated in the hell fire of the drugery of daily life. Have I no recourse? How to defend from these dark forces that drag my soul to the earth.