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Transcript of God's JudgementTHE OFFICIAL TRANSCRIPT OF GOD'S JUDGEMENT UPON THE MORTAL SOUL OF OSAMA BIN LADEN
Gabriel: Hey Mick, D'you see who just got brought in?
Michael: Do I ever, I was the one who fished his soul out of the water. Tell you what though, it sure was hard beating them wandering infernal creatures back with a flaming sword. I gotta go bring her in for repairs now.
Gabriel: wandering infernal creatures?
Mich: Yeah they were everywhere you know, getting all excited that their number one idol had the good grace of being dropped into their domain. I non blasphemously swear to you that it felt like I was fending off a bunch of 13 year old girls at a Justin Bieber concert.
Gab: Dude, I feel for you. As soon as the bullet cracked through the temporal bone of his skull, The BOSS immediately told me to hand deliver a memo to cousin Luc down stairs for a hold on the DSCP (Damned Soul Collection Procedure) and told
This isn't the place nor the time for martyrdom,
I cannot save you its only a short fall no great plunge into the great dark deep
So stop your whining, which whistles like wind amongst the barren forests of an empty mind.
Your winter is merely the lack of sun, of which you closed your eyes to, shielded your heart from.
Feel again because you need it like air and oxygen has absolutely no time for your baseless nonsense
so make your senses soar again.
so breathe, please stop hurting me and breathe.
Take the world in and suck in the colours of smiles and a sky larger than your soul could ever contain
Drink deep from words that chime like motes of light, a music of which silence is merely the rest between tones and shades of grey
Wake and touch this new life like a babe, naked to the searing morning.
Every second recreates you, and with every second
we must strive to be ourselves to each other...
Or we shall forget and become nothing but afterimages
Special SnowflakeEvery tendril of your being reflects and refracts,
a rainbow in every prism that is You.
Speech that freezes on my window panes,
they sketch a likeness of You.
you special snowflake, You,
And I see your webcam tears,
a tundra of woe, flurrying across your keyboard,
in the darkness of cyberspace, the waste land of this world,
you are cold, yes, Alone
Oh, you Special Snowflake, you.
I have a little secret,
I know that Snowflakes are Flakey, they melt in the sun
and paper, folded and cut, are just shapes
to hang for show.
oh, you Paper Snowflake, yes, you.
I would rather watch the Sun Rise,
the billions of snowflakes
that litter the Snow...
On fortifying the heart...I cannot hide with you in this glass cubicle of yours.
but I can see the brittle cracks in your smile.
I cannot flip the switch, can't pull the breaks,
of your invisible tirade.
I can only hold your hand and tell you its ok.
I cannot tell their brains,
their Freudian rage, their indifferent, ignorant anger;
stop curling fingers into fists,
lungs to yell, to wound with words that kill.
I can only tell you that I do not think this way.
No, not all of us think this way.
I cannot make them read past the burning biblical towns,
to the part where it says LOVE and LOVE alone
I cannot curb the spit, the Milk going sour,
the encroaching agony of being alone.
(No, in fact, you are not alone at all.)
I can't help you in your sorrow I'm sorry
But I can say I am not sorry for you
No, never sorry for you being you.
I can only hold you up, lift your chin, face the sun
'Hey, I don't see no difference' I really don't, not here.
See, our hearts are thumping,
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