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Lonely Thoughts III
It came to me in a vision
I head the voice of God
Our Lord and saviour
Punish the sodomites
For their sin and wickedness
But make it on epic and biblical
Proportions
So picture if you will a long table
Picture twelve wooden seats
Picture the rather posh settings
The ornate ballroom of the abandoned
Baptist college laid empty for 20 years
The Lord led me to the building
And oh what a perfect place
As he is perfect
All eleven were easy to kidnap and drug
But I had bother with Judas - Ironic
He was seventy but still worked out
I almost lost him but God provided
A shovel just in the right place
Prayer works for those who love the Lord
He gave me the strength to persevere
This was His mission.
All were seated in their chairs
Bolt upright with soaked leather
Strap tied tightly to the chair back
Both hands nailed to the chair arms
Both feet nailed to the wooden floor
Razor wire wrapped tightly around
Their torso and legs all wearing a
Crown of thorns fashioned from barb
Wire and pressed in as deep as I dared
Didn’t want them to die of shock
Prematurely
Oh what bliss as they all started to awake
All that screaming and flailing about
Like a badly out of tune jazz quartet
This was followed by the calm of questioning
Minds - they didn’t even remember me
But then they always had me facing the other way
Bend down and touch your toes, or grab ankle
I quietly asked them to bow their heads in prayer
Then remembered they couldn’t I ordered them
To close their eyes, and stop fuckin whimpering
“Lord Guide my hand and give me the strength
To do what I must do, to do thy will as a soldier
For Christ.” “Amen!”
I did these to all in turn, so they would bare Witness
To each others suffering cleansing me from sin
‘If thy tongue offends thee cut it out’
God told me to burn it out with a blowtorch
‘If thy eye offends thee pluck them out.”
Which I faithfully did with chilli coater pliers
They did not spare their rods they spoiled a child
Therefore, I used a wooden rod to hit their razor wires
Time and time again, such beautiful praise they uttered
“Raise thy voices in praise to the Lord Almighty.”
There then followed a silence of sorts
Pitiful
If thy hand offends thee then cut them off
By the power of the Holy Spirit and a machete
“If thy cock offended my I must cut it off!”
I dutifully cut each cock off with a hacksaw
To an ever-increasing crescendo of prayers
But there would be no salvation for evil men
They had suffered but not as much as the Christ had
The final act of this faithful apostle was to re-soak
The leather straps and placed 12 blowtorches 12
Inches from their neck straps and lit them
A slow and painful strangulation and choking seemed
Appropriate
I had a lunch of fish bread and red wine, befitting
A celebration of my Lord the blessed Redeemer
I then relaxed sitting at the other side of their table
Reciting Psalms as the slowly choked to death
This was a sight pleasing to the Lord
His will be done - a simple prayer
Hoping for the eternal damnation of their souls
Souvenirs taken I returned home
And waited for the next act to be revealed
After all, there were 19 more
Before his will was done.
Published 14th Apr 2019
| Edited 9th May 2019
Author's Note
This was a series started but had not finished - also included Lonely Thoughts & Lonely Thoughts II
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