Cognitive Dissonance

The End Times

Tue Dec 01, 2009 6:17 pm

And thereupon he found himself sitting atop a hill. In his right hand was a looking glass, plain yet marvelous; majestic in every way. He placed it against his left eye and watched the fire rage down at the plains below.

Men and women, children alike;
All were burning, burning with fire undying.
Searing flesh and scorching earth was what welcomed him.

They all scream;
All dance in butchered pain.
What horror it was to watch them so.

Oh flames of Abaddon, asked he,
Why do they suffer in your belly?
Why do they languish here forgotten?

The damned ones laughed,
Calling him; wanting him.

From the depths came the warden of the wicked,
With his whip, and spear, and fork,
He crept up the hill and bellowed out in a mighty voice:
So you sin my child;
For upon whose is without God,
Or love, or compassion,
In eternity, I keep.

Yours is but the vision of my valley.
Soon shall you keep my company,
Tethered here, bound for all time.

For such is a prideful man,
Belonging with many a hundred men.
Beyond judgment, beyond salvation,
Forever burning.
Forever dying.

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