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When You Could Only See One Set of Bootprints That’s When Danzig Carried You

One day, after black mass, a parishioner approached the high priest with a troubled look in his eyes. “High Master Abyzou, I sometimes feel that Danzig has abandoned me when times get tough.” The cleric smiled, wiping goat’s blood off his hands, and said,

“Let me tell you a story…

One night I dreamed an American nightmare.
I was walking among my dreams on the crimson highway with my fuckin’ savior Glenn Danzig.
Across the violent skye flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene, I noticed two sets of boot prints in the sand,
One belonging to me and one to my Danzig.

After the last scene of my life flashed before me,
I looked back at the footprints in the wolf’s blood.
I noticed that at many times along the long way back from hell,
especially during the dirty black summer when I was doomed and cold,
there was only one set of boot prints.

This raged inside these veins, so I asked the Danzig about it.
‘Danzig, you said once I decided to find hell with you,
You would show me what it’s like.
But I noticed that through the blood and tears,
there was only one set of boot prints.
I don’t understand why, when I wanted to sit on broken glass, you would put the stinger in my back.’

He whispered, ‘My darling, I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch,
Never, ever, during your bloodfeast.
When you saw only one set of boot prints,
It was then that I carried you.
In my arms,
In my arms, yeah.
You better think about it, baby.’”

May we always be strong in body, spirit and mind.

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