Red Moon Rising Quote #1

Suddenly I find myself in a giant hall.  Surrounding me are thousands of young people, battered, bruised, and broken.  Then suddenly I hear a voice: “What am I bid?”

A young girl stands out before the crowd of leering, sneering men.  “What am I bid for this piece of flesh?” 

The men start to cheer and chant figures: “Ten,” “Twenty,” “Fifty,” “One hundred.”

What can I do, God?

I start to bid.  I have to save her.  The cost comes huge, and I begin to waver.  Can I afford this?  What price will I pay? 

The dream stops. 

I’m alone again, but the faces are real enough: Sarah being sold into prostitution; Mike with a revolver in his mouth; Kat covered in cuts and bruises; John falling into crime; Laura alone and desperate; Steve, heroin needle bulging in his vein.

What am I bid?

The voice shatters the silence.  The auction is on again.  The bidding has begun.  It continues day and night until the end.  Most of the bidders desire only use and abuse.  Satan drives them on.

And so I find myself in the auction.  Will I watch or will I bid?  The price of a single life is huge.  The currency is prayer.  The cost is massive but the prize is glorious.  A life for a life. 

What am I bid?

Written late one night in
Redding, U.K. Boiler Room.