Six Alarm

If I put my head deliberately into the fire, there is no appeal to fire or to the maker of fire, and I have only myself to blame.

Branded with the mark of the beast.

I'm Beelzebub's's minion.

Another log on the bonfire of human conceit.

A conflagration of Satan's sleight of hand and deceit.

My house burned down.

The only one at the end of a dead end street.

It's hard to see through smoke and mirrors.

You never know who you'll meet.

At least creation doesn't cheat ...

Author's Note

“In the long run, men hit only what they aim at. Therefore, they had better aim at something high.” - Thoreau