Introducing my “Satan is Real” shoes with a bonus mini portrait of Ira and Charlie. These shoes are *mine*. I know they’re an odd little thing to put out into the world but I love them, because I’ve heard and lived these words.

“A prayer was led by an old country preacher

Who then raised his hands as everyone stood and sang

‘My God is real’

A warm breeze through the open windows

Brought in the smell of new mown hay in a nearby field

And the singing of birds could be heard in the moment of silence”