[LIGHTNING FLASHES AND THUNDER ROARS]

[LIGHTNING FLASHES AND THUNDER ROLLS] HIGHLY EROTIQUE 
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... YO ASS BETTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/685RNoI6BqI
She stands in the rain as the water from the ocean salted sprays her face.
She smiles and he remembers why he loves her.
She says something and a bolt of lightning strikes the water of the sea and thunder's announcement drowns out her words.
He sees the line move as a crab pulls the line and he starts the overhand pull that his mother taught him on this same beach so long ago.
He scoops the crab into his net as she puts her arms around his waist from behind and he turns and sees the wild in her eyes and he kisses her lips before he licks them, tastes the salt. 
Lightning flashes and thunder rolls.
He drops the net and the crab crawls free and makes it back to the ocean... A brief reprieve from the cooking pot.
The wet clothes that she wears cling to her body and her nipples push against the fabric of her shirt and he slides his hand under the cloth and he squeezes one of her hot nipples and she leans into him .
They are the only two on the beach and she slides her hand down into his pants and grabs hold of his dick and it stiffens under her soft fingers.
She strokes it and he responds by grabbing her ass that hangs from the shorts that she is wearing.
They move from the beach to the truck which is only about 25 feet away and he strips the wet shorts from her body and she pulls his down and bends over and takes his dick into her mouth and sucks it as he plays with her pussy.
The rain streams across them both.
Lightning flashes and thunder rolls.
He turns her around and she put her hand on the side of the truck and he sees her pussy hanging... the drops of water dripping off.
He slides into her and the match the tones of the rain when it drives they drive and when it relaxes they do to.
They fuck like this and their cries mingle with the storm as it rages around them.
When they cum it is strong and loud and he turns her around and kisses her.
Naked in the rain they hold each other.
He looks at her and there is no need to say what he feels for this woman.
It is evident in his eyes.
Lightning flashes and thunder rolls.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[HAIKU JITSU] SUCCULENT SENRYU

[HAIKU JITSU] SUCCULENT SENRYU
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/lnNsGKquqfc
 We African born
Clay figurines wet with new
Fire in angels kiln

Burnt brass in our tones
Spiral naps map the cosmos
We be essential

She reborn as spring 
I the summer, unleashed raw
We elemental

Your petals delicate
Glistening with passions dew
We two, become one

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[YOU IN THE BASE AND DRIFTING IN SUNLIGHT]

[YOU IN THE BASE AND DRIFTING IN SUNLIGHT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... PURE FYAH...
http://youtu.be/rAqrfV57XfY

Particles of your beauty drift in my memories shining like dust in filtered sunlight.
I reach out to grasp the essentially as it falls so gently, evading manipulation by using the currents of ether that are subconscious and psyche.
Your flesh and mine combined and refined at the outskirts of reality and fragile fantasies of us together once again.
To hold you as you light swirl and turn from dark to light flashing away into the shade.
A sweet fragment of a lost moment.
We but dust, reflecting on a ray of sunbeam.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[DO THE MATH] DEDICATED TO DENISE OLIVER

[DO THE MATH] DEDICATED TO DENISE OLIVER
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCROLL... ALL WOMEN BETTER LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/Y6H_AT6wTz0

We...
You and I mathematically as we the children of the stars become the seed that grows strong trees in soil of equality.
Our grains black and fertile.
As the sun blazes 93 million miles away and washes our skin in ultraviolet rays that feed the melanin that is our connection to Allah.
As the moon hangs 238,900 miles in the mantle of a night sky and pulls at the tides of oceans and man.
As an ant is able to lift a hundred times his own weight and a spider casts his web and floats on thermal currents to populate new areas.
Pyramids erected pi precise standing as beacons, maps to space.
Our equation broken down into strands and spirals of dna which form the double helix and cause explosions on a cellular lever that become a new life bursting forth from mothers loins.
A cry that falls on the chromatic scale, urgent the call.
We...
You and I in the numbers of the alphabet that added and divided... Spit and dropped on pages and stages become our definition
Our souls black and fertile.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART 7. A NEW BEGINNING PART 2

[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART 7. A NEW BEGINNING PART 2
THE SOUNDTRACK...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynraNXJbdDXGILg-M283jHlWc


Sampson hears a bird call and steps from the side of the house and the white men see him at exactly the same time.
The white man on the right suddenly stands there with an arrow sticking out of the front of his head and the back.
Sampson draws the gun from his side and pumps a bullet into the head of the other white man and all hell breaks loose as they hear people running through the house and see curtains in windows flutter as shots start to ring out.
Sampson and Melchizedek retreat behind an overturned wagon.
They hear a voice from the house yelling as it tells everyone to stop shooting.
The shots cease for a minute and they hear some one yell "Who the hell are you?"
Melchizedek says one thing and he does not yell but his words carry across the now silent yard. 
"We are your death."
At this the shooting from the house erupts again and they hear the voice telling them to stop shooting you damned fools.
"Thats that goddamn painted nigger!"
"He killed my pa!"
Suddenly the door busts open and a boy who can't be a year or two older than Sampson runs from the house with a rifle in his hand. 
Sampson rolls on the ground and puts a bullet in his chest and the day erupts in more gunfire.
Sampson is now closer to the house than Melchizedek and he looks back to see Melchizedek pulling some special arrows from the quiver.
He lights them and starts to shoot them at the house.
They break glass and set curtains on fire in all the windows and as men try to put out the fires Sampson and Melchizedek pick them off.
They know that this place is a hideaway and that there are no women here so they show no mercy.
As soon as the white men realize what is happening they start to panic and run from the house and two of them make it to a stack of wood in the yard.
One of them is suddenly hit from the side and has his throat ripped out by the dog and the white men scatter in confusion.
Others hide behind various things in the yard and they pop shots at the black men. 
Sampson stands and starts to shoot and every one of his shots hits a white man and he seems to blend into the day as he does a savage dance of death.
He moves and uses their fallen guns as he runs out of bullets.
Though full of death his dance is beautiful.
Melchizedek also stands and the remaining white men even though they hold guns feel their souls tremble.
Soon there is only one white man remaining and he stands and Sampson shoots him in the arm.
They white man drops his gun and falls to his knees as Sampson and Melchizedek walk up to him and the dog sits in front of him and looks at him with his head cocked to the side.
He looks up and sees Sampson and says "Who are you?"
Samson is still wearing the black scarf across his eyes and he says "I am your worst nightmare white man. I am the Lonesome Stranger.
He takes one of his now empty pistols and loads it. He does not talk and he finishes loading it and shoots the white man between the eyes. 
He and Melchizedek and the dogs turn and walk away before melting into the trees.
They do not notice the little white boy in the window of the burning house.
He climbs from the window and walks to where his fathers body lies and falls to the ground beside it.
The legend of the Lonesome Stranger is born.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[A DAY IN THE ANNALS]

[A DAY IN THE ANNALS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE HERE... WHEW...
http://youtu.be/XktaLh9bPtk

And he walks among man...
Looks at him in all his confusion and contemplates the end of all things.
He breathes of the air and smells the aroma of food.
Various kinds.
Since infinity has he tried to warn them as they rush heedlessly along... On the way to being wiped out by corporate greed and selfish needs.
Man having lost the ability to share equally.
He sees the day unfolding and waits for the moment.
It is what has brought him here and he feels it in the fabric of his being.
He sees the young man selling his ware on the street corner and he thinks back to a scene more than a thousand years ago.
Similar situations in vastly different times.
The young man looks around and sticks his hands in his pockets as a skinny young woman walks up to him.
She is wearing a skirt that has a leg slit, not a tight dress and her legs hangs out a little bit.
She has not had a hit in hours and she is bouncing as she talks to the young man.
He sees the way that the young man stands as the woman talks to him and he sees the agitation... It seems to crackle to him.
The woman steps back and opens the skirt and her pussy is covered in fur as she offers herself to the young man who tells her to get the fuck away.
He hears him say "I dont want none of that mangy ass pussy."
The woman drops the folds of the skirt and reaches into the pocket that is hidden in its fold and pulls out a gun and shoots the young man right in the middle of his forehead and his blood splatters the wall behind him.
The ground where his body crumples as the woman robs him and leaves.
No one comes out and there are no witnesses.
He steps from the curve where he is standing and walks over to the young man and holds out his hand and takes claim of his soul. 
They walk away together and leave his body to grow cold.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[MODEL OF MY INSPIRATION CARVED OF FLESH]

[MODEL OF MY INSPIRATION CARVED OF FLESH]

THE MODELS FEATURED IN THIS PIECE BY ORDER OF APPEARANCE ARE...

HEATHER SANDERS... TEUNNUE HURST AND TOYA REDMOND

THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...

http://youtu.be/NoP8iOInFTc

They look at you and all they see is the flesh... 

They scratch at the surface.

Lewd comments and false promises of things that they could do...

Pounding on collapsed chests and beating skinless drums while your beauty resonates from a whole nother place.

You my dear are the healing for tortured minds.

Your elegance precedes you and opens closed doors where fantasies merge and become words that speak of you into uncertain futures.

Strands of our existence cast into the cosmos...

Captured on alien moons and reflected on the face of far off planets...

Light years away.

The many sides and sizes of you entrall me and leave me breathless, gasping for air...

A moment as I sink into the aura of you and absorb of thy essence.

Such a juicy piece of fruit...

 A divine part of this creation which I have had the blessing to experience...

They look at you and are swept up in the flesh...

I look at you and see potential possibilities.

You inspire the creative in me.

Thank you my queens.

I am blessed by your presence.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[ZULU EMPRESS SUITE] A DEDICATION PIECE FOR CAMELA PRUITT

[ZULU EMPRESS SUITE] A DEDICATION PIECE FOR CAMELA PRUITT
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/n4HOYIjTJIE


I saw you the instant you crossed my sight... A Zulu empress in all her beauty.
A smile that makes the sky pale in comparison... Fade from deepest blue to a lighter shade.
If I were standing in front of you right now I would bring all to bear.
Write a song in the grey of my screaming brain and sing it to you in poetic patterns of fluidity.
Wash over the whole of you.
Being achieved in the brown of your eyes... Being maintained on the notes of your voice as it vibrates the drums of my ears...
Penetrating the hot liquid that is my core... Flows through the ventricles of my pounding heart.
Play music so sweet that it would seem as if a choir of angels was my backup... A tribute to you.
The ebb and the flow resounding across the naps of your hair and trailing down your back like soft finger strokes...
Rubbing your tired muscles and relaxing your psyche as I try to move heaven and earth leaving you suspended in the air.
Slow rotations of you in all your splendiferous manifestation.
Breeze that plays with the fabric of your dress and makes my subconscious wander unfettered...
Green grass and trees where colorful birds frolic and play.
The garden where I woo...
The lake where you reflect in the waves... Undulating and shimmering on the surface.
A fish captured in the background of your form as if not wanting to escape.
He so representative of my state...
Zulu empress you make my day.
You make my day.


jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[A STROLL IN 360]

[A STROLL IN 360]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN... THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN FOR THIS MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/o09L-hkrzhw

Flipping, dipping, dripping and oozing into the structure of all these things.
Flowing from the place of all fabrication where a spark ignited at the utterance of the word be.
Sun born in the midst of a billion suns and placed in rotation in the field of its own gravity.
Blazing... Blazing.
The blade of grass that to an ant looms as massive as the redwood tree... A blue whale in its immensity in the vastness of oceans and seas.
We extraordinary in our being yet so ordinary... Homo-sapien dreams of having it all, being the masters while we are really slaves of this, our human condition... New times... Same rendition.
War inna Babylon... War inna Africa... War inna Israel.
Bomb blasts that send life back into the dirt from whence we came...
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
Breaking back into basic compounds.
The carbon and the water.
Flipping, dipping, dripping and oozing into the structure of all these things.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART 6 NEW BEGINNINGS PART 1

[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART 6 NEW BEGINNINGS PART 1

THE SOUNDTRACK...

http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynrblPWvl0LPhtR52r9TxHNIb

Two years have passed since his parents death and Sampson is now16.
He has grown strong and true and his stride is something to behold as he prepares for what is to happen today.
He seems to have taken on the persona of the lion that he and the dog killed when he was a boy becoming a man.
He has lived in the woods with Melchizedek and he he has also seen great cities.
His training is now complete.
He has been schooled in religion and philosophy as well as the fighting styles of various cultures.
He is a tool of peace yet he is also a tool of destruction.
Yin and yang.
He and Melchizedek have traveled to this place for a reason and Sampson sniffs of the air that smells so like his growing up.
He is home.
He sits at the graves of his parents and there are no tears, for there is no need of tears.
He is dressed in the clothes that he will wear today, his hair is in dreads and hangs from under the cowboy hat he wears.
He looks over at Melchizedek who is dressed in his battle gear.
He is painted black and white and is wearing clothes from Africa, a place that Melchizedek has promised to take him someday.
He sits in meditation and Samson sits beside him and falls into that place where some find peace and some insanity.
He looks ever inward.
A squirrel sniffs its way to Melchizedek's feet and looks into his eyes and falls spellbound into their depths.
He and man in that place of all things... All possibilities.
The dog lies with his snout on his forepaws and looks on at the scene.
He does not move as even he seems to be contemplating what is to come.
They have found the men who killed both his mothers and his father and it is time for justice to take its place in these matters.
They come out of their states and the squirrel runs away a little dazedly.
They stand and Melchizedek straps on his bow and quivers and Sampson straps on his gunbelt which has two gleaming colts on either side.
He ties the black scarf around his eyes and looks from the two holes at Melchizedek.
They hop on the horses and ride into the woods, they will use no roads.
After a couple of hours ride they come upon hilly country and ride across the hills until they come to one where a house stands in the trees below.
There is smoke coming from the chimney and they see white men lounging around.
There are wagons from various robberies and some of them have been broken down to be used on others.
Sampson hops from his horse and Melchizedek does as well and they tether the horses to some trees before they walk away.
Dog walks by Sampson's side and Melchizedek gives the signal to split and melts into the surroundings.
Sampson and dog continue their walk until they are in the trees close to the house.
They crouch and wait for Melchizedek's signal.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[ODE TO THE PUSSY]

[ODE TO THE PUSSY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/o-sQ4DIc-UI

Such a satiny grip doth thou holdest I in.
I like an animal tethered by a rope find myself bound...
Ohhhh pussy thou hast exerted thy hold and I find myself powerless to escape.
To use a euphemism... Pussywhipped.
Thou aroma so tantalizing, so arousing that I transfixed seek the place where that mesmerizing odour doth arise.
A flash of thine pink, black, or brown lips... A peek of thine standing clitoris.
A flick... A lick... A thrust... I hum.
Riding the sonic waves of thy satisfied moans, harmonically carried on the thee of thee.
The push of thine nipples as they displace air in their growing... standing so arrogantly.
So plump, long and full.
If thou were to weave a web of finest lace and captured I, would I struggle?
Seek to be free?
I so trapped in the complexity of thy design.
Such a satiny grip doth thou holdest I in.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[THE NEED TO RELEASE] EROTIC COLLAB FEATURING JACQUELINE PASSIONPOETRESS HALMON

[THE NEED TO RELEASE] EROTIC COLLAB FEATURING JACQUELINE PASSIONPOETRESS HALMON
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/QA6O4lZzEn0

JERALD
I want to see every curve of you.
Taste of you as you on knees let me see it from the back.
Make it drip onto my questing tongue.
I want to feel your lips slide down the rigid flesh of my pounding dick as you look up at me.
As you play in the wetness of your pussy

JACQUELINE
My middle finger rubs my flesh....my other hand on my breast...I watch you stroking that big ole dick.. Pussy gettin wetter and better for you...but first I want to devour all of you swallow you... I want you to see the imprint of your head in my throat.....The thought makes me squeeze and pull my nipple rings....Making my moan sing falsetto pitch at my highest it makes your body twitch watching me as you stroke your big ass dick....

JERALD
The way you suck me makes me feel like taking that pussy and when you lay back and rub it I can't help but to fall to my knees and kiss that pretty pussy as I squeeze your nipples.
I rub the head of my dick on your clit and feel your wet.
See the string of pussy juice holding on as I slap it slobbery.
Beg me to put this dick in...

JACQUELINE
I dare not Beg Ima just lay back and enjoy the head....Then ima lick your bald head sweep kisses across your forehead and then jump on your dick head...sucking lips as I roll my hips...I love it when you suck my fingertips after I've played with my Pussy...Dick so hard I can feel your heartbeat throbbing inside of me you wanna cum now!! You bet not!

JERALD
I slow my pace cause I want to hear you as you spray me with your woman cream.
A fucking fantastic wet scene.
A spank on that ass as your legs pushed back protrude your pussy to me. 
A kiss and I re -enter and fall into the region of your womb.
Hear the air as it escapes from your surprised lungs.
Fuck me... girl give me that pussy.

JACQUELINE
Bouncing wildly room spinnin you fuck me dizzy...Your breaking down walls only God made...Hitting G spots over and over again....It feel so good I know its a sin...But I want you to stay inside of me grinding me sucking me putting hickeys down the middle of my arched back while my pussy is being attacked..She wet as fuck squirting out all kinds a nuts!!

JERALD
As your fluid splatters the insides of your thighs and saturates my dick and nuts I feel the roar of my semen as it starts at the base and works its way through my tubes.
I roar my imminent demise as I continue to beat at your sugar walls.
As you beg me to plant my seed in the depths of your pulsing pussy.
Sweat that is the testament to the frantic need.
A final thrust and I erupt into your womb and fall onto your curves.
Released.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND  JACQUELINE PASSIONPOETRESS HARMON

[LIONS EAT MEAT]

[LIONS EAT MEAT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/DgnqtLyoa1o

From me born I knew I was different...
I knew I was lion when they lined us up like sheep...
That my chi was stronger than that as things clicked into place...
Knew that meat was my fodder... That some were destined to be food, that some of my friends would be consumed.
Africa so ingrained in my D.N.A. that the first time you told me a lie I saw right through it.
Showed me a picture of a savage and said he was me... That this is what I came from.
I looked in his eyes and saw the tragedy of our meeting in ancient times... The pain of living on a raped continent.
Showed me pictures of a blond haired blue eyed messiah and told me that by blood rite I was free of my sins... Only if I participated in bathing in his blood like the demon vlad.
Vampires and parasites.
Falling into trances and speaking in tongues as the beat took on a monotone... Dancing puppets on strings pulled by the system Babylon.
I looked to the stars and read the true tale as dropped to me on summer nights... In the dead of winter.
Felt the earth speak to me as I attained velosity and became the mote in the demons eyes.
A lion in a herd of cattle can't hide for long as they shift nervously.
I broke down into my stance as soon as I could stand... The way of the warrior... The way of the teacher... The way of the king.
Lion fall down... Lion get up... Lion try again.
Lions eat meat.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[MONSTERS LOOK JUST LIKE REGULAR PEOPLE]

[MONSTERS LOOK JUST LIKE REGULAR PEOPLE]
THIS WAS WRITTEN THE NIGHT OF THE BOMBINGS IN BOSTON. AT FIRST IT WAS REPORTED THAT A LITTLE GIRL DIED. I WROTE IT IN THE FEMININE AND CHANGED IT HERE.
THE MUSIC FOR THE LITTLE ONE...
http://youtu.be/xAwKGi7PIzQ

Little boy standing in the crowd on a spring day in babylon.
Not far away lurks the beast waiting to be released in a cloud of smoke and fire.
A concussive blast.
He is gone... So sad his song.
I sympathize with his family.
Senseless deaths caused by ignorant politics and savage truths.
Out of chaos monsters arise.
Deep in our hearts we all know that guns should be outlawed, they fall to easily into foolish hands.
Dreams of power riding on a bullets trajectory.
It don't matter who got nuclear bombs that shit just don't make sense when a child starves in Africa, in Haiti, in Amerikkka...
Little boy I feel your death.
Little boy I feel your pain.
Monsters look just like regular people.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

NAKED EMOTION

[NAKED EMOTION]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/XY5Xab9NmvA

Show me yo butt naked, your outside and your inside.
The brown and the pink... different kinds of candy to satisfy the insanity that befalls me as I prepare to fuck you into blissful sleep.
Back yo butt naked up to me and impale yourself on my pole of flesh that stands as living testimony to my virility... Steel ambitions of reaching the skies of your womb, brushing at your clouds and stimulating rain.
Squirting down and wetting we.
Yo butt naked is the basis for my creativity as I try to fuck you with my mind... Fuck with yo mind... Let you fuck with mine.
Make me want to bust out of my skin and blend into yours, we in co-existence as a sexual sensation.
Spiraling off into the land of fucking fantasy as your hardened nipples and standing clit bear testimony...
We, you and me in the state of butt naked where we live fucking and fancy free...
Show me yo butt naked...
Thats not a question.
Spread your butt naked for me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART 6

[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART 6
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PART OF OUR TALE...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynrYxF3BiHwSg5WdxwSMWrJg_

Sampson just sits and looks at Melchizedek, this is the second revelation that he has heard in the same day and he tries to put it all in perspective.
He looks around at everything, the trees and rocks, the water trickling over the rocks in the stream and things fall into perspective for him.
Its always been that way for him and Melchizedek overstands that.
He let’s the young man think.
He sees Samson when he looks up and he also notices the dog as he stands and growls, he sees the smoke on the horizon and Sampson stands and starts to run.
His gait is methodical and the dog falls in beside him.
Melchizedek grabs his bow and his quiver and as he begins to run he puts them on.
His camp is over 4 miles away from where Sampson lives and even though they all are in good shape it takes them about 30 minutes to reach the house.
When they do they come up on a scene from hell. The barn and the house are engulfed in flames and they run down into the yard.
There is nothing that they can do and Melchizedek is not surprised to see how even in the face of all this Sampson does not break.
He stands in the middle of all the chaos and the reflection of the flames dances in his eyes. 
A tear runs from the corner of his eye and trickles down his face hanging for a second on the side of his lips before he wipes it away.
There is nothing that he and Melchizedek can do but watch the fire until the consume all that they can, it takes hours before the embers are cool enough for them to enter either of the buildings and by that time they have put together a pretty accurate picture of what happened.
Samson walks behind where the barn stood and he and the dog start to dig in the dirt.
Melchizedek comes over and helps and they soon here the sound of the shovel striking something wood. 
They extract it from the earth and it is a long wooden box that when opened contains money and a rifle. There are also other things in the wooden box and one of these things is a black scarf that was given to Sampson by his stepmother and he caresses it a moment before putting it in his pocket.
They sit on the ground in the middle of where the yard used to be and watch the embers of the fire glow in the twilight.
They do not sleep that night and the next morning finds them sifting through the ashes of the barn and they find the remains of his parents and wrap them in a blanket which was hanging on the line in back of the house.
They take them to a hill where a lone oak tree stands and dig two graves and bury the remains.
They perform a burial prayer ,Melchizedek has taught him the ritual already and it goes smoothly.
When they are done Melchizedek walks to him and looks him in his eyes and says one thing.
"Come lets make ready."
They turn and walk away and Men and dog melt into the surrounding forest.

THIS STORY WILL DEFINITELY CONTINUE SO STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT EPISODE...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY