Landscape burns far as the eye can see, hostile parties
gather in many parts, hatred wins out again while the stars lose hope, st.
peter thinks back at the promises he heard many centuries before, a young
expectant mother takes an overdose once more, I can’t rear a child in this
world, please lord she asks let me go for ever more. The call is the same his
ear is on fire, the pleadings of so many tears flow everywhere
Pour me a stiff one st.peter is quick to react, fills the
glass to the brim with the finest French claret, hope that settles him peter
thinks to himself, he doesn’t like the look of him
The chief is gonna get rough, terminate it’s what I like, children act out violent themes they’ve seen on TV
screens, I’m divorcing her she’s old and weary past her time, lets chop up all
those fetus string and turn it into cash
Sigh of relief on peters face the chief is looking relaxed,
how’s the wine old peter asks trying to cool things down, a wry smile crosses
his face as he remembers times of old, they used to obey those simple rules but
that was long ago, now all they do is what comes to mind all wisdom they simply
ignore, another glass asks peter certain that the situation has calmed down,
the lord looks at him and says with a wry smile I think I’ll send something
Swiftly the lord stands up and says the word love have we
seen it or heard from it, find out quickly I feel like I’ve had enough, there
must be one of pure heart left otherwise they are going to fry, peter gulps
stutters and fluffs the words he was about to say, a little taken back he
forgets everything summons the secretary in this day, there was one boy who
used to be good but we haven’t heard from him in a while, seek him out and sees
if he’s still doing the work of the lord, angels fly fast and direct heaven to
earth five minutes at best
Movie premiere on a well lit street paparazzi gather in
droves, flash flash can you move left a little more over there, actors swoon
and stop take a bow before their adoring lot, two minutes away a young mother
rumbles through the thrash, a child to feed she’s a poor refugee with zero as
her lot, she finds an old pizza bread wipes away the mould, gives some to the
starving infant will calm the little mite she hopes, raging actor accuses a
waiter there is a fly in his soup, who do you think I am he screams joking he
laughs
To himself, that’ll get me ten thousand tweets or more
before the night is out
Desperate search the boy has moved the angels don’t know
what to do, they go from door to door like they haven’t a clue, I was in the
circus before I got the call, the other angel with him shouts that just wont
do, a kind old lady answers a door knock looks out threw the little spy piece,
were looking for the nice little boy that used to live down the street, jimmy
she says while remembering fondly the young man who used to visit her one so
sweet, I’m afraid I have some bad news for you he was cut down in iraq last
week
China perhaps pacific region intact italy they’ve all let me
down, I have to act he thinks out loud st. peter hasn’t a word, an earthquake
would be a lot more fairer it would only use up a third, peter looks at his
watch hoping his angels would have called back, one more drink and we’ll get
back it’s ages since I’m been here, other angel thinks perhaps he’s right and
we haven’t seen a good movie in years, they click glasses one more time and
gladly share a cheers
Speed speed king the fiery arrow is taken from it’s sling
peter asks for directions, that movie theatre you sent them too I hope they are
not still there in, what replies st peter doesn’t understand what the lord has
to say, out of the blue a bolt from above the theatre is incinerated and
everyone is killed, local agents descend from every direction TV crews and
anchors smell another Pulitzer, news is global forty TV stations on site they
were there for the movie opening, even spielberg blames the terrorists it’s the
same old story being played out
Eight billion minus three hundred and forty six that leaves
us with a closing balance of..,
Peter quickly does the sums arrives at a total amount,
that’ll have them crying awhile they might even love a little as well, the
grief they pour out thinking of themselves when they never think of the poor, I
guess it’s the only way to get them to listen again I wonder what they’ll do
this time, a week later the world has passed on the grief all but forgotten, back
to black the basics they shout as the waiter fills them again. Just one I only
wanted one to achieve the goal I set for them, I guess I’ll go on hoping some
more or else it really will be the end…amen.
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