"The Plague"

For the mystery of the lord to prevail; satin decieves, and shortly-after is killed to curse human grounds with Starvation to alter the lovers from the lukes of God. Then ends all the lukes by Plague.

A very religious man appeared in a catholic church one year ago, claiming to be the
entirety restorer; a spit print of what jesus was like but went askewed when his lies caught up
to him, he exposed the evil within him and spew out a curse
in the world. Then there were direct orders from every criminal justice figure
and jurisdiction that had the power to phsyically convict, to kill him on plain sight; like
a jaunt from a stephen king tale, invading the space of humans with its
inhumane specie meddling terrorism.
They got what they want and this evil seducter got what he wanted. Even the lord, to the mystery of it.
The world was now without food. His curse made
every source of what ever made humans full; the meat, the animals, except
the least of it, to the knowledge of seed bearing possibilitys, the food was removed.
Now the priest of that chosen Catholic church
awaited for the follow up writings decoding in his book of apostle. He closed it and waited
to the aching of his stomach schreeching and questioning his own
sanity, but kept his little remaing few following his way of
soaking to this sudden wilderness, "fast until death. Either way
we will win."
A barbed wiring hugging the premising imagee prison
Afloating as to where that devil emptyed then dwelled
primarily before his fall, was a no no to ever enter again.
Rethinking to re establish it with prisoners risking
A dancing around spirited odor of evil mixing; it
wasnt something they had to care to despise that fact
and keep it abandoned. One of Mcvales client, Jimmy and his
father agreed to this rejection, his father sprawls, "f**k that,"
despise the hell breaking loose now and few prisons unshakling.
Mcvale, the axe handler, says to Jimmy, "I couldnt agree with you and your dad
anymore than now.
so, how are you today?"
"Starved. Just starved."
Mcvale day dreams to an issue that even he is
infected by, blacks out;
conversation speeds up, the starvation infects and infests, and
Mcvale gloats. Mcvale trumpet of self righteous
to adaptaion adopts a light of how
he nightly stores his food in the warehouse
in his backyard. Because the odor of the dead bodies would
make his wife and kid unable to live in the silence they
recgonized as something new to their family circle and self
denial if it was exactly right in their house in the basement for instance.
It Would kill
their new tradition; their new peace of mind. The only alternative for
the unbelievers were just death and no return, no reward.
He has a wife and a kid. He mandatorily feels its out of his hands
although him still willing or probably more like insisting to talk to his old clients when
now finance didnt matter; it showed a good in his heart.
Although it might have been just a simple belief he had about
finishing a beginning he
was a part of. It was the least he could do. Not to mention
that keeping a relation is like tags to quicker access to
Information outside his home side advantage.
But in his litte family circle, they became concretely comfortable to the adjustment of it all.
She goes to work, he goes to his and the kid
just doesnt eat until dinner just like this night as all the others and
never when the parents had to hear any hungry complications.
But very late this night, words were being written in the book
of the apostles. Scrawling images pin pointing in the pages like
daggering ink bullets widening the eye of the Catholic
in his room when catching a magical white gleam
simmering through the middle of the book in between the pages.
After he read what basically sizzled down to the entitlement
The Plague; a representation of the end to come.
Seperating the lovers of god from the rest falling short thereof,
in the fusion and way the plague unplugs.
3, there was three names, three that were engravingly
appearing to the page,
JIMMY, STACY AND CONOR, and the light went on Conor.
Then a dog appeared.
He rubbed his fingers on these prints as if these were
long ago writings from a wife whom and where he once was bloodly in love.
"He has come." Making sure that the few were
well informed that second so that they wait in the
air of their church until he comes the next morning. "He's here he's came.
Were saved. Were home." He whispers the word everything
falling out on the bed in harmony in a environment, if curtain pulled away,
that lacked everything. Judgment came.
The jailhouse abandoned finally became filled with the white light
from the book of apostle in one little cage directly in the middle closes to the hallway.
It opened, the rust made the bars stutter horrorifyingly, and what came from it,
A white puppy, the same as McVales little cannibal.
They were twins. They had to be. The only way Mcvale wouldn't know.
The next morning; he said his bye to his family, checked his gun
the life of the neighbors watching their kid and then drives off
to his meetings; Stacy, Conor and Jimmy.
When entering his office, he goes to the back of his closet and then
Under a bunch of stuff crammed, hard to find; he opens this
suddenly viewable cage and his dog comes out to scurry around
and they waited on jimmy. But Jimmy never arrived.
Mcvale called his home and found out his survival ended abruptly
in the horror system they currently lived in, "He's dead Mr. I think you better hang it up
Right now boy before I-" Mcvale looks as if he thinks then calls Stacy. The mother picks up
and from the tone of her voice, he already knew; she never made it back home.
He tried getting a little scratch of information he could on
the events amongst them. But he sounded more into
his question than the tiny silence that is normal to have,
even if only for a second, when people tells each other
about the death of someone; definitely when they both
knew the victim. Don't get it wrong, Mcvale cared much.
It was getting to him; so he just squeezed his axe tighter
and the priest and his followers, the word of god; this
little difference came to be the die hard importance of today.
And it walked in the dog in Mcvales office, "can you come in early buddy.
Yea, now will be great, great, ok. See you then."
Conor walks in happy to see the dog.
The dog just stared. When Mcvale went to get a cup of cofee, that white light
appeared in the back closet and the dog walks into it
exchanging itself with the clone-twin dog.
"How are you," from the looks of Conor; you could tell he's hungry.
You could see his anerexia, but
Mcvale deflects, looks passed; now he was a proffesional
at it than ever before.
Conor is an independent goody without the enticement,
without any blemish; a walking just, "I'm alright. A little bit.
Its been a while since I ate. I just try to grow the fruits
in my backyard. Not as good as my folks. Somedays I get lucky."
The dog jumped into his lap and then Conor lit up and the councelor is hypnotized into
a sleep, "you wait here with your dog. Your test will
come. Your last. The good family man. Choose."
Conor walks out as human looking as anyone else. But the doors opens for him.
The cars starts for him and people falls before him just like that. His dog puppied
along side but appeared to instill a fear into the sudden mystified
necks when a teeth of it appeared un dog like; far from a puppy.
He walks to in the catholic churches all around and gathered a tiny group, "I saw it, we will watch it all wither. The test my friends that we saved ourselves from as a reward of passing this test. The plague."
Conor appeared they fell to his feet; the dog barked and they went.
All bibles in the homes dissapears as he walked the street with a group as tiny as
a narrow way into heaven as the lord advises. Jesus is the truth; the way.
Nobody touched them. The evil people remained and all else the same that belonged.
Conor walked the group across the river to the other side he ordained holy.
The bibles reappears on the ground; the tents, beds and the half hearted people from
out there sleep. They were now, the luke hearted, half hearted, delta squad over the left overs
hard hearted belonging to the other side. The priest learns this to be
Of the test finally. He identify it to the others and examines the days
and cycle of it. They weren't as free or as assure to enter heaven
as they may have reckoned. Mcvale dog was afraid
of something on the other side though. No one could see that on
the other side, the angel dog taunted his dog and watched
the permiter like pissing on a tree. Mcvale awakes to this
woods as the same psyche analyst. Except with
the additional judger to say if he feels a person is
ok to wait it out for god as they were sent to a back part; a deep
end as they wait, or not ok to. The beggening when waking out of
Fishery they called it in their little half hearted group conversation
was had them gassed as to a care that seemed only so long
to the lead to tiredsomness and carelesness. Their test was their love
And see if their second chance gave them their opporotunity
to jump in. As the others were for purity check aside from
Undying love.
They recycled each day and morning altering
the festivity of religious worship, Mcvale
was told that their time was now; that all they have to do
now is wait to the gates open. Lies as for only
As enough of a single root to keep them from what
they really had to find"love." Mcvale had sure found
his reaapearing one morning when a next set arrived, his wife
Zzbut in bad conditions, losing child, coming from the other side,
this made his search more impossible. She changed and couldnt cut it.
She killed herself, running into the lake herself. A lake now
chipped with a fire alive for the ones rejected as orders.
But she did it herself and Mcvale tries helping
wirhout actually jumping in; so he panics. Until
he is placed putly back at his desk to fade away first in the eyes
of the priest consistent watch. "For some of us. Sometimes our family is our everything. Latterly
all we have.... Our everything." But as you see; b*****s can snap any moment and go crazy
just like that. I just treat them all the same. I may be
A person that offers a hand in the community but i aint for
the community. I do my part of good and then walk away.
Just like with women." Two other men chats about the looks of
Mcvales wife. 1 happening to be black and the other, as white as
all the others. The black man makes his case and says his peace
in the eye knock out of the white man fixing his teeth at him partly
because of what he said and mostly because of his color,
"Them angels just better be well dressed and ready to open the heaven gates
and lead the way to the whites only section."
The priest listens to it all and dazes back and forth from their loony cycle
of spirial to the book of apostle that declared:
This makes the lord unhappy.
The priest surrounded about and watched the dampening
deepening and the days sweeping and the ruling becoming the
corrupting. Until it was that day it was enough for this town,
the lord stirred them, smitten them and the group watches
as the lord clears their distortion if believed that they deserved any mercy,
"I think I warned them enough."
A fire plagued that side and then the whole city as they appear
in another city, gathering the few from the Catholic churches
and reliving the witness to the plague amongst all lacked
the love for the lord in the bottom line; well until the world
was removed of them all and the few 390 people total
that remained as it came to an end; the book of the apostle disappears.
The priest, jimmy and the other 388 people within the flock each was given a new name
from god; a new home in the after life for eternity.
The book of the apostle reappears in heaven, the dog scurrys fast
back to the white in the cage and then both disappearing strongly.
The feet of the year ago curser Satin appears to
have a little fun by spicing up his tormenting.
"God plays his game the way he likes it. And ill play
Mines the way I like it. Make use of this vacancy."
Mcvale from out of hell appears on a mountain brink
at a close hedge to backsliding and falling off; but kept by
only a board that will let go as satin puts it, "if you
don't type fast enough. You will crack your skull over
and over and over again. Now type, type, type. Give me
your thoughts on God. Suprise me. His wife had to jump back into the river where she took her own life.
Except it wasn't water down there anymore. It was bodies of her dead child
scattered in multiple clones, and when she jumped in, due to how far,
Satin scored a 5, "Next time you make 10 . Or else
you'll burn again." Mcvale words on God appears in Satins mind."
He laughs and murmurs, "too late to ask for forgiveness axe murdere." Im sorry; i DONT THINK
YOUR TYPING FAST ENOUGH." His brains splatters, the cages close
and him and his wife screams for what became eternity, "No, no
please not again. No please, please. NOOOOO. AGHHHHHHH."
Then adds, "well... The family that preys together, stays together, indeed."

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[ZackSnow9]

Please people. Everybody. Visitors. Excuse my
red flags of grammatical error outrageously drowning.
To be frank; I'm in editing progress now.
Another day and time.
But for now, until then, if read; try to step over
the many broken bones and skulls please.
My first draft. Thanks.