Note: Folks I am an artist. And it is time that I start acting
more like one. I am not here to have your beliefs or even my own really to
show. But show an impression of something that comes upon everyone’s life
without maybe you knowing.
Going against my own beliefs; it goes on against the most
valuable thing that Christians like myself attest to about. Is my life valid for what it is? Is my faith
something that constitutes something that strides for any man’s real on
betterment? Or is my life the damnable breath in vehement that gives no
conclusion in answer; is my life really hell?
Have written about 3 rough drafts for books that really have
not been books that I have here wanted to bring to completion yet. Because
there is this want to bring on something totally unexpected out of me- first
for my first novel. Here this is the book that the Lord almighty has finally
given me to start and bring to its full completion; for it going to be my first
book that I bring to completion online. The first book of many that the Rooster
is going to bring.
It will be called, GOD IS DEAD, ‘Jesus Hates You and so do I’-
and this is the first page of it. And I am working on it right now at this time.
As I have a job. But still only give myself 2 hours on the computer to write
and still be the Rooster who does it straight from his head to page, doing my
bubble concept ideas, rough draft, and formulating the growth of- it in one
turn of pushing out the impregnable of gest that circumvents harsh confinement
within a trust.
~God is dead~
‘Jesus hates and so do I’
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Chapter
1
~At the colonnade by the Asylum of Jericho Bridge~
Thoughts of having a church band play a musical inclination
to-- steal a note from heaven above for giving over to the total growth, what
streamlining anyone’s worth of a church in its wants these days- for its minds
want to grasp upon; because, who is going to believe there is a God these days
or really even believe in one at all, if there is only one God- by them only
just having a basic worship service strewn along with only a basic sown on
knowhow of God. With all the other fun
noticeable subtleties to know about; to know only of his mercy it is only what
they know….
A pleasing to their aroma scented for advices that strewn from
their God’s pleasing scent it is what goes to their mankind, a sense--smell,
feel in sense of him- of his fullness, it is a force of nature. What--
attending that goes on- it goes like angels washing each other’s wing, where
attending to one another’s happiness it is to be there then the greatest prosperity
to attain from… Exact belief of what emotion can give to anyone; living for oh
what a hell feeling.
People wanted something to answer them in their church. For-
sacrificing their children and themselves is not all enough, their need in want
it never comes as fed; as one person is treated like the other, one family like
the other again…. The in treatment would come as the dark creatures would stir
outside the church quarters giving them messages as it passed by to say, “Mike
was a guy; we used to know, he was guy we used to know all so well, la, la,
la.”
Nature would answer the pursuit in point.
As garbage cans would swirl in circles; endless ravaging barks
of what seemed to be dogs coming from nowhere would sound. Horrible scratching
happening on trees that could not be easily talked down; as the wind there and
odd faces appearing around corners of people’s houses; then that would
dissipate as quickly as they would appear. Wind garbling up the leaves with
orbs bouncing off of wet leaves imbibed, from maple trees, mysterious orbs
appearing out of nowhere putting a colder chill in the air. Making the hair on
one’s arms attest to shadows also. In a
short period of silence the anguished type dark figures left then in a great
noise seeming from afar; the noise would rise.
The throng inside the church would hum steadily and neither gravely, but
sinisterly in a loving kind way. People
not knowing what to do- than other what they would always do before; to ignore
what they knew true….
In particular on happy arrivals, who what come as something
unwelcomed, as they were felt to be looming outside the worship of these
days…People living outside the lives that they were living, without them
knowing what they live.
But things started to really change once in when fascination
in its outstretch, it held those into some horrible type of fixations,
attributes given to the believing; who didn’t believe their force of nature
attributed to anyone’s position.
As the dark clouded envisioned ones looked on- as the dark
shadows were felt in their presence not so much as seen….
Which really as far as unholy of unholy things happen about;
this was one of the greatest moves for Civil Rights action. As members for
themselves were never too angry about anything, as God to them was really only
about mercy. God without wrath, without
judgment, without his great reasoning, without his anger, without his hate
also, without his jealousy, without his justice, without his truth, just
without. But their anger was for their
own choice of right or wrong. God was
emptied of all of his power from what he did upon what a holy his holy life on
earth….
Them taking part by only letting others feel their presence
among it; but all the same people knew that they were- there for a bend in
acrimony. As it was all of their dark time in looming, steady for letting man’s
deeds come to full circle. Like a
precipitating mist that held long enough, long enough for someone to see them; -
but in the dark on shadows which were darker than the dark that-- they were in,
then it would in emissary go off, without filtering anyone’s cause of
redemption; because their participation was unknown for what their part is in
amongst this--- church….
Any surrounding clique in venue of it all, would be in shame
for ever trying to compare their congregation to this. As the people sit about amongst it, for their
love of war as their peace, depth defying wickedness their sound off. Their
members kill without cause and attend their lives this way and work their
religion in among it, amongst its peace….
Some guy thought him marrying himself to his cats would be a
great idea in the age of man marrying man and woman marrying woman, it would be
novel artistic way to love on God more- it would be to have legal union with
the animal kingdom. As he wanted in no place to believe in the Bible, or there
that it said anything against his love…
The invariable downfall of any church is when the affected
portion of this-- church- it feels superior in actions to others who purport to
have the same God. Precarious situations
becomes status quo, for those who work among such.
The church people would dance like everything was as usual and
avoided personal knowledge of what worried other members. As the sum who would
always dash outside to catch a glimpse to see where dark bodies emanate from. Would
shake off their disgust with a praise to Jesus from theirs in mankind’s failure
in effort to catch a long glimpse.
A Sunday is but like this; like it is a Wednesday, like a
crowd, it would shuttle through the church that held itself in captivation
among a community center; to holding a church group. Wednesday holds up group
meetings from people’s houses, it would happen, Bible studies that would push
for more fellowship are at 10:30 a.m. on Sunday, church would start; but first
there be meeting up at the Blue-Chip café- before church comes to start at 9:
30 a.m. there.
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