while walking the streets late one night i saw a ghost
approaching me. he told me about the life he lived and
how he died a sorry death.
i recognized him as a most famous man i had seen so
much on television. a man who stood for what is true
and right. he built the world’s momentum.
he said…he told me… of that fateful day when his
life was taken from him. how everything was in slow
motion and he could see the bullet coming and he knew
he was going to die.
but before he did he quickly prayed and asked if he
could stay. and now he’s trapped in another dimension
seeking vengeance on those that killed him. and the
number was 60 million.
he convinced me that they should die for what they had
done to him. and that he could not rest … unless …
and until … i would appease him.
the words he spoke stroked my heart for i could see he
was a righteous man.
he told me of the vilian who planned his execution. how
he had exploited him and ruined his reputation.
i knew that i must. and that it was just. i had to
destroy a nation.
he lead me to a secret place where was a giant plane
and upon it a giant bomb the size of of football field.
he read to me for hours a list of all the people i
he instructed me and briefed me on the mechanics.
the first thing i knew it was christmas day. i flew
over the country, that was my prey. we laughed and
joked about how soon it would all be blown away. i
pressed a b-tton and all of a sudden i was a ghost too.
we were surrounded by angels and we looked down the
portals to see what we had wrought.
“fallen, fallen is babylon the great!”
“vengeance is mine!”, saith the lord