666

First off, let me be a little explicit on what, or whom rather, I love. I love Jesus, His words, the redeeming work He did for me, and all things that centered around this Son on God. Beautiful, right?

This lovely center of attention is contrasted by that which I hate. I abhor evil, the Devil, sin and all things that hook my eyes away from the Savior towards hellish things. I hate the world in this sense. I also abhor the label Beast, the adjective beast, the verb to beast, beast out, beastin, etc.

Why in hell do I use this word? Why are the three sixes dancing from my heart, through my mind, off the tip of my tongue onto myriads of ears to ease into minds and slide down into hearts to produce a comfort around this word. Why do I not watch my words? my heart?