Anguish p1

 
last night i saw god in the form of a male human. He spoke to me the divine word and with all his wisdom he said that i will become pregnant in the next coming blue moon. i thought for a few seconds and wondered if this is possible because I’m a man but then god spoke once again he said don’t question me, but i said to god how is it that i can give birth with a minuscule phallus. He exclaimed that the works of thy lord are indeed the miracle of life from with it anything can happen. Gone as quick as it were before me leaving only the stars. From this is the only remains of the flash of light. As the stars fade i looked down unto myself and saw that my phallus was growing to considerable lengths. The end was a cloud of smoke in the image of an unknown device. By the time i awoke to find myself in a pool of blood i realized that my bed was full of broken glass. In an effort to remove myself from such atrocities i rolled to one side to only find that there was hundreds of burning candles on the floor. i then rolled to the other side further embedding more glass into my body to find nails sticking from the floor. To which side do i pick? Do i risk impalement or burning. The witches burned and Jesus was nailed. The honor was mine to choose from. As i lay still in the bed my blood was draining from my body. Wounds that needed tending and mere seconds to pick a fate that could not only determine my well being but also my pride.