Preparations were underway…
The food was hot, delicious and plentiful. They had all eaten to their satisfaction. Their throats were filled with revelry, joy and family. Many could not participate in such fine clothing, delicacy or domicile, because they had none.
Many jumped up and ran to the door. Some took a siesta and rested from their great ordeal with the plate, the spoon and the fork. They, some, prepared for the day of work and service the next day, while many gathered their currencies, plastics and smartphones in preparation for the so-called black day. Some gave thanks while others did not. Because they lived across the road.
The day of celebration of the great birth was festive. Many were worried about those who hadn’t, while many simply leaned in and out, inadvertently overlooked, ignored and dismissed. Although, in large part, due to invisibility and selective and mindless ignorance. Unemployment also depended on pins and needles. The session of debate, decision and running for the door was his only hope. The hopes were shattered, spat and destroyed with the transverse footsteps of the end of the session that escapes oblivion. Their distant domiciles were kept hidden from the masses and the media: the eye of truth, justice and freedom for all, especially those on this side, across the road.
Bright lights and babies squinted and widened the eyes of the pious and the amazed. They ran across the road to see what was shining next, what was cheaper or more expensive, the best, the biggest and the brightest or the most. Post-acquisition, trinkets and loot were returned to luxury residences and preference, via doors, windows, and chimneys, all of which are neither required nor offered along the way. In a word, they ran away and denounced things as ridiculous, the words written in a pretty good Book:
“This,” says the Lord, “do not learn the way of the nations, because the nations are terrified of them, because the customs of the people are vain; because someone fells a tree in the forest, the work of the hands of a worker, with the They adorn it with silver and gold, they secure it with nails and hammers, so that it does not move.
~ Jeremiah, Chap. 10~
Can’t you see, oh, across the way?
The ball fell and fell over the post. They ran down the road to see… The new year seized a jubilant and cheerful demeanor. Will it be short-lived? I think so… The old and the weak stayed away from the celebration for fear of being trampled by the crazed crowd, as they tried to get the best spot – on the other side of the road.
The people, who did not know what they were doing, boasted about the image of Him with false looks. His head and his hair were white as wool, as white as snow, and his eyes were like a flame of fire. The Trojan lands were under siege.
“I know your works, your tribulations and your poverty, but you are rich and I know the blasphemy of those who say they are Jews and are not, but the synagogue of Satan”, although Enoch walked with God on the other side of the road. .
Cain dwelt in the land of Nod, east of Eden; the earth giants were sons of angels and the human female. The daughters of men were indeed beautiful.
Multitudes of the unemployed clung to hope in forced attempts to believe that the chosen ones would sooner or later do the right thing, for those who stood in the way. They ran across the road, in pursuit, in a foolish attempt to evade the Most High, to escape the avenging archangel in the night, or Satan himself, to catch the Black Man naked before he could reach the safety of freedom. across the road.
Those who were on the other side of the aisle, stretched out with tense limbs, stretched out with contention, striving to show them the light of the just.
“Do not leave the session now, do not leave when we are needed most, your homes are intact and well equipped. Is it not our duty, our responsibility to make sure that everyone is equally safe? Is it not our duty to provide so that they can to get there, to the other side of the road? We beseech you, to the last righteous and sober soul, turn inside and live up to the honor that has been bestowed on you; for the people, by the people, and for the people Even if a creed does not support the other, colloquial destiny is one.
Cherries and fantasy envelop the living belief of life within the liquid crystal display. Several dinnertime survivors sit anxiously awaiting their turn to contribute their experience of the day. The loving pride of parents casts a mighty beacon throughout the city of the land of liberty. The totality of the union, (for the moment), superlatively overwhelms the surrounding host of despair. Lack of unity is the greatest sacrifice humanity has ever made: surrendering to Satan. His power lies in the destruction of humanity. Many are deluded into following and believing in individuality, contempt, separation and isolation from the masses. As long as we are not able to understand and communicate with each other, how can there be total cohesion, peace and equality between us? Believing that one is more powerful than the other, better than your God, the curse launched on those who built the ‘Tower of Babel’, falls and spreads throughout all the lands of the world, on the other side of the road; allowing the victorious smile of Satan.
The gladiators of the iron grid, the hoop and the diamonds of the earth, the ring of passion and the rope, or the Olympic tests, receive greatness from admiring eyes. Wealth and wealth has fallen to them. Who is now the master and who will be the servant? Cold cereals, razors, sodas and beer are presented with scantily clad, fair-skinned women flaunting their breasts and buttocks proudly, supported by rich green bucks of slobbering booze-soaked Neophytes and Neanderthals slapping their cheeks. back. Waitresses are pinched, kissed and slapped in the name of playfulness, subtlety and lust. Big screen television with realistic dramatizations and alienations saturates the rampaging horde in abundance. The studious husband of a flirtatious wife caught the scope from across the road, even though he had completed his doomed date for breaking the pact, coming back from the other side of the road.
Complaining and moaning, because the snow did not stop falling when they wanted. Did the snow fall on purpose to ruin their day, to ruin their plans? What are the benefits of snow while shoveling and throwing things over there on the other side of the road? Have you been sick? I had a cold? What do you think happens to the spit that’s all over the sidewalks when old, dirty snow is melted, shoveled, scooped up, and piled up there, across the road?
Cars, buses, trucks, trains and planes have all succumbed to the wrath of winter weather. Its highways and byways covered in white fluff and cold as ice. The trees, many of them old, reluctant to support the weight of things that fall from the sky. They decided and were forced to bend and break and use suburban houses and support poles as shock absorbers on their way to sidewalks and quiet land, across the road.
Humans, many of them from highly secure and “wealthy” means, were suddenly and abruptly denied their basic needs. Never mind those who have lived their lives continuously, without the things they take for granted.
Cold winds howled and blew. She huffed and puffed and knocked everything down. The water pipes froze and burst. Many wiped dry mouths thirsty for lack of a glass of water. After several days, the agony began to drive them insane, on the verge of murder. The lights were off. TV didn’t work. The Kindle did not turn on due to dead and drained batteries. Nowhere was there any convenient, everyday, ordinary power of any kind. Transportation was no longer an optional package of consideration for them here on the other side of the road.
The car started fine, but it didn’t help, it didn’t help. There were no longer any amenities available for the cute little cul-de-sacs that were now pits of grief and despair, brewing an inevitable pending platform for starvation. Electrical wires and hot, live power lines were untouchable, inaccessible. There were no more matches, paper, or wood available to heat the fireplace. The gas grill was empty of propane. The charcoal grill killed some families who didn’t want to freeze to death in the safety of their broken, vandalized and exposed homes.
One guy wondered, “What did the Indians do? Are we going to die like the pilgrim settlers, leaving the safety of the ships that took them here to the Americas? They got stuck in hundreds of feet of snow and started eating each other to survive. What did they use for cooking? Where are the Indians when you need them? They could help us survive! Will someone please tell us what to do? Do?”
Some of the residents were lucky enough to make the circuit of hostels. Two weeks later, the repair crews were tireless in their dedication to restoring power to the various communities outside of the city.
The stocky Black Man, a power company supervisor, addressed the abandoned, destitute, depraved semi-homeless vagrants. He paid them a cordial visit, simply to reassure them and update them on the daily progress of the power teams. He wanted to let them know how soon they could start going home. But that was not to be. Wild and unjustly attacked was he. They hit him with verbal assaults from every direction. They wanted satisfaction now, right now.
“You’re telling a bloody lie! We’re tired of waiting for your worthless useless slow jaws!”
He tried in vain to calm the people down, none of whom looked like him. When he failed to bring peace and control to the raucous group, he searched for his belongings that had been taken from him. His lunch box, books, and papers that he had brought to the meeting were stolen, and his outer clothing was removed. They were also confiscated. He bolted out of the room yelling into his cell phone and his radio for help that would never come. Losing the radio as he fled for his life, the rampaging entities of the helpless slum dwellers in the guise of chalk-faced zombies, powered up and began attacking each other. They couldn’t see eye to eye, they couldn’t reason with any shred of sanity. They came from there, from opposite.
Wind, rain, snow, and ice stopped falling; then, after six hours had passed, they began again for another twenty-four hours. Everything was stopped and subsidized, then it was gone completely. It was clear that someone, something was watching them. That, They, She or He was looking to see how the tables had turned, how the tide had gone… The One who is the Most High, The One who sat and watched them from the media, when everything was gone. He saw what they did, how they did it… from there, across the road.
Until next time…