crushing me onto the bed with an inhuman strength.
A sensation of paralysis moved down from my chest
and froze my legs.
The image of a man dressed as a priest surrounded
by a green glow drifted through the wall riding a
motorized lawnmower. Something was not right.
Maybe he wanted to shred my crucifix.
I heard angels chanting hymns, and I struggled to
pray, but a terrible croak was all that emerged.
The glowing priest fixed his eyes on my crucifix
and let out a hellish howl that shook the
foundations of my soul.
After ages of unspeakable horror, Jesus appeared
disguised as something cute, yet conservative in
some way.
Jesus lifted up his eyes and said, "Father, I
thank thee that thou hast heard me." Jesus leered
as he gazed at me, his ugly smile showing his huge
fangs that were dripping with hate and
anticipation.
My soul became troubled.
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Comments (4)
The Pope
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Certainly troubled my soul! I will look under my Holy Papal bed after I shoo away the altar-boys. It shows Jesus in a new and evil light I suppose. Who would have thought? |
LordyLordyLordy
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Aint old Papa da Roma in Sydney now? If so will he cleanse Oxford St of those dreadful queers? |
Cynical observer
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You can pray to Jesus, Satan, or John Howard and get exactly the same results. I thought you might like to know that. |
YUGO
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You have been shown a true vision by the Lord. Let us all shred our crucifixes and resurrect the true Church. |
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