"The superhero bubble will not burst any time soon"
You have been waiting for your messiah to return for over 2000 years – while I have been waiting for only 8.
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God then blows final trumpet and withdraws the sling from the sky
The sling is made of wire and wool and warp and weft and is webbed together
And roost begins
The stars are withdrawn from their heavenly holder
And attempt to rush away from the stinking world
And Satan simultaneously tries to snatch all of them at once to bauble his infernal kingdom
Itself now doomed to his UnKnowledge
The stars are taken half by Satan
dragged though an ever increasing black rent in the night sky
The other half run towards the Pleiades and Aldebaran
Oh stars of the evening
How swift you rush and roar away
Even Satan in his great power and great fury and great greed cannot stop them
So eager are they to dance in different ways
But God knows all, sees all
And is prepared for all
He creates a huge net made of spit
and throws it further than the furthest star
The stars are caught on spit like the birds to the lime-covered branch
Damned.
God lectures them with a whip
The spit shivers as the whip quivers over the stars
the voice slathers and lathers them with more of the same spit that is caught them
Forever
and ever
and ever
The stars only cause and the stars only course as to obey he who made them
The stars are given great scars with the whip for attempting to flee
The scars are blood carses for liquid proof of God's anger which pours from them
The bauble stars are brought back by a string of spit which cuts through the web between the worlds
They too are slashed and thrashed
The stars are ordered by God to return to the sling orbit to watch his mercy
rain down like rain on the earth
And all of those that are unfortunate enough to have been born in and of it
The stars do not wish to go
They march sadly to their home
And then shall appear the sign of the Son of man in heaven: and then shall all the tribes of the earth mourn, and they shall see the Son of man coming in the clouds of heaven with power and great glory.
And he shall send his angels with a great sound of a trumpet, and they shall gather together his elect from the four winds, from one end of heaven to the other.