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The Strange Man
The Strange Man
The Strange man walks down the rubble covered streets of Washington surveying the damage.
He can’t stop smiling, proud that the city has been left completely ravaged.
Silence is all he hears as dead bodies are what’s left of population.
The time has come for the end of this once great nation.
Smoke continues to rise high up into the air.
The bomb hit without warning leaving no time to prepare.
Instant death and instant annihilation just as he wanted.
The truths of the great book will soon be completely forgotten.
He has done it, undone what has been created.
For this moment, so long he as waited.
He is now happy and proud
and shouts out a celebratory cheer that’s loud.
He continues walking basking in the glory of his work,
as a bright light appears in front of him causing his knees to jerk.
The light fades away as a man with a long, brown beard stands before him looking not so pleased.
The man looks at the strange man like he’s a disease.
The strange man speaks first, “I was wondering if you were ever going to show up to confront me.
I was beginning to think you had completely forsaken your grand creation for turning their backs on you by being too carefree.
You did appear once to help out that girl in the coffee shop for some reason,
but I figured that was because she was the only person left who in you was still truly believing.”
The man says nothing back and continues to stare at the strange man looking not impressed.
“I guess this means you want me to return home and leave your creation alone.
I will do just that without arguing with you, you know.
Hopefully you will come pay me a visit.
It has been a long while since your last one hasn’t it?
I still remember it will actually.
It was right after the people you created murdered you brutally.
You came down to see me and where a complete pain in my ass for three days,
then came back here and from the dead your body raised.
Such a show off you were then and I’m sure you will be now.
How are things going in your kingdom anyhow?”
The man finally responds, “You are right, I’m here to send you away,
but it’s not back home you will be going back to play.
As I promised you back in the beginning, you will end in the lake of fire.
You’re rule and influence is set to expire.”
The strange man frowns as the land beneath him disappears and a massive hole takes its place.
Fire burns hot in the hole and calls out for the strange man lacking any kind of grace.
“No, you can’t send me there!
That is just not fair!”
The strange man drops down into the hole,
into a world of hot burning fire and coal.
The man covers the hole back up happy that the strange man has been taken care of for good.
The man has sent him to his final resting place, just like he told him he would.
The Strange man walks down the rubble covered streets of Washington surveying the damage.
He can’t stop smiling, proud that the city has been left completely ravaged.
Silence is all he hears as dead bodies are what’s left of population.
The time has come for the end of this once great nation.
Smoke continues to rise high up into the air.
The bomb hit without warning leaving no time to prepare.
Instant death and instant annihilation just as he wanted.
The truths of the great book will soon be completely forgotten.
He has done it, undone what has been created.
For this moment, so long he as waited.
He is now happy and proud
and shouts out a celebratory cheer that’s loud.
He continues walking basking in the glory of his work,
as a bright light appears in front of him causing his knees to jerk.
The light fades away as a man with a long, brown beard stands before him looking not so pleased.
The man looks at the strange man like he’s a disease.
The strange man speaks first, “I was wondering if you were ever going to show up to confront me.
I was beginning to think you had completely forsaken your grand creation for turning their backs on you by being too carefree.
You did appear once to help out that girl in the coffee shop for some reason,
but I figured that was because she was the only person left who in you was still truly believing.”
The man says nothing back and continues to stare at the strange man looking not impressed.
“I guess this means you want me to return home and leave your creation alone.
I will do just that without arguing with you, you know.
Hopefully you will come pay me a visit.
It has been a long while since your last one hasn’t it?
I still remember it will actually.
It was right after the people you created murdered you brutally.
You came down to see me and where a complete pain in my ass for three days,
then came back here and from the dead your body raised.
Such a show off you were then and I’m sure you will be now.
How are things going in your kingdom anyhow?”
The man finally responds, “You are right, I’m here to send you away,
but it’s not back home you will be going back to play.
As I promised you back in the beginning, you will end in the lake of fire.
You’re rule and influence is set to expire.”
The strange man frowns as the land beneath him disappears and a massive hole takes its place.
Fire burns hot in the hole and calls out for the strange man lacking any kind of grace.
“No, you can’t send me there!
That is just not fair!”
The strange man drops down into the hole,
into a world of hot burning fire and coal.
The man covers the hole back up happy that the strange man has been taken care of for good.
The man has sent him to his final resting place, just like he told him he would.
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