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TITLE: THE DAY I DIED
By Samuel Connelly
08/02/06
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I wrote this for a challenge, and now I would love to hear your opinions and critiques. Thanks, I hope you like it.
THE DAY I DIED
By
Samuel Connelly

All the havoc I have created and the strategies that I have so meticulously formed and implemented with the greatest of devastating care. All of those men and women who have served me under my flag and have died and been destroyed for false hope in me. The families that I have torn apart and the relationships I have ruined; the millions that have devoted themselves to me willingly or without any knowledge at all.

How has this happened to me? I have done things to defy the Living God, and have achieved and created an evil not surpassed by anyone living or dead, or undead. There is no man, woman, devil, angel, or God that has been able to do the things I have done. I am the greatest evil.

I have led generals, armies of millions, and peoples of all races and beliefs into the bowels of Hell. There is no evil thing that I have not either created or put into action with my own hands.

I have seduced Pastors, Christian husbands, many of the youth of the Church of the Living God, I have written the crippling gossip discussions of women’s fellowships all over the planet. I am the poet that has authored the speeches and sermons of the selfishly self-righteous ministers of the modern gospel of the final generations.

And yet…

It was that little truth though… that little piece of unchangeable evidence that I thought I could erase or bring to no value through my incredible works. Oh my kingdoms, my patrons of suicidal allegiance, all of them are far from me now. All passed away into the destruction that they paid for. All is meaningless now. It has all fallen. And because of for what, it is because of that little truth I couldn’t get around.

Know as I stand here waiting in chains, all I can see is that one little truth. Those two verses that I ripped out of the first published Bible, yet was never able to keep out of it, lay crumbled in my hand, as I have tried to destroy it all these years.

All I can hear banging around violently in my mind is His voice speaking over and over again that truth “And they overcame him because of the blood of the Lamb, and because of the word of their testimony. And they did not love their soul until death. Therefore rejoice, O heavens, and those tabernacling in them. Woe to the inhabitants of the earth and in the sea! For the Devil came down to you, having great wrath, knowing that he has but a little time.” (Revelation 12:11,12 )

Now I am here, about to be called upon by the Great Judge of all creation, His creation. I can hear them yelling, beating their thrones like animals. The ground below me trembles, my knees are growing weak. I can not do this, I cannot face Him. I can not face them! Oh my… dare I even say “God”? I can’t do this. Please someone, anyone, I cannot face it now!

The massive solid gold double-doors standing between me and the stadium of Judges suddenly cracks open. My skin crawls with fear, if I had a heart it would have already pounded to the bursting. My blood is boiling. The roar of billions, send a burst of heated wind ripping through the cracked doors and blows me up off my feet and to the ground.

Then He speaks.

“Step forward deceiver; take your stand in the place of Judgment.”

Suddenly a great invisible hand folds in over my body like a mighty vice grip- gripping down on every part of me and then starts to drag me in through the huge double-doors.

As I am slowly dragged away I see that crumbled up verse on the ground behind me that I must have dropped when I was thrown to the ground. All I can focused on as I go to the place of Judgment is that piece of paper, and all I can make out is the words ‘…knowing that he has but a little time.’


And the massive solid gold double-doors slam close.
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