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The Day I Died
Flash Fiction/ Faithwriters Writing Challenge
Word Count 717
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 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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