Red glowing eyes. Tourist demons and their pets. Imagine the false God Hanbi among them, the twisted, perverted logic and bucket full of cat heads. Walks on all fours like a puma, likes ghosts in the clouds and the smooth sound of agony and wailing along the riverbank of suicides.
Teeth gnashing. Breasts, a center pink, small stomach, white skin, baby blue underwear. Seductive like a serpent, light fuzz, silky smooth legs, kiss the feet, painted black toenails, God of Flies.
Tongue forked. Lips full and colorful, daughter of Heaven and Hell, crucifix around the neck that cannot be removed. Burned into unknown flesh. A face of a doll, anger of a demon king, a playful wit and countenance, a foreign bird.
Priest walk the path, the church blossoms, the entire flock twitters about like little happy ebony colored birds, tiny, insignificant birds, hipping and hopping like an amateur choir that bicker among each other.
Imagine Hanbi among them, the sea of birds, the chirping and sounds, Hanbi eating the green head of a parakeet, the crunching of bones, a beak, speaks like a gray dove, the pointy faces like puzzles and there is no mystery.
They should be prayerful.