This is long, and is very important to me.
It was a few years ago. I was helping my dad do some electrical work in this tattoo shop. Now there were only three people in the building and that was me, my dad and the tattooist. The tattooist wanted to help us out because we had heaps of work to do and he said he liked getting his hands dirty. So anyway, My dad was installing the down lights in the roof, the tattooist was installing the toilet fan in the roof and I was installing the power points. Now all the power was completely dead (switched off) for us to work, and the one way I knew the power was dead was because were I was working there was a radio connected to a previous power point that was already completely installed (as we were listening to it before we started). So anyway as I am stripping the insulation off the cable to connect it to the terminals, that copper that sticks out is what will get you if there was any power. Anyway your suppose to twist the copper with a pair of pliers but I twist it with my fingers, for some reason the very last power point I was doing, I don't know why but I was doing it a lot faster, a weird feeling to do it faster, and just as I finished twisting the copper with my bare fingers the tattooist went to the switchboard and started switching on the power to see if his fan was working correctly, I remember as I was holding the wire, I hear the radio com on.. and I just threw everything I had out of my hands. For some very reason, for some very reason I felt this need to do the last power point a lot quicker and as it turned out if I was about 5-10 seconds slower my fingers would be touching the very thing that would have most likely ended my life. As I sat there for 5 minutes just glazing into the air of how close that was, so close, who knows the outcome of 240 volts passing threw your body, as my dad was screaming at the tattooist to shut the power it clicked in. An at that moment I felt not cold, but warm inside, Satan watched over me like a Father and made sure I lived.
That's how precious life is, that's how beautiful Satan is and that's how much he cares for us. For Satan to look out for me like that I can never offer enough gratitude. This is why I am proud to be who I am! That's why I will never leave HIS side for anything!
This means a lot to me as I feel emotional about it as I'm writing this.
Hope that touches a few of you.
*DO WHAT MUST BE DONE* HS/88
*HAIL SATAN & THE Gods of Elysium*
*HELLS WARRIOR*
