THRU THE RED DOOR
It’s dark in here.
Wax, red thread, 5 wicks.
It’s been yours since the case.
Carry me and I will let you thru.
The Hand is not a gift. It’s a loan,
and loans get signed for.
The undersigned has signed out (1) Hand of Glory, on loan. Balance is settled at the desk upon departure.
Hey when he finally says his peace, don’t expect an announcement. Word gets delivered. You signed, so yours comes first. Your arrangements are already made.
Do not relight what The House puts out.