Author: Aduial
Title: Like Something You Wrote
Plot: Second verse, same as the first .
Rating: +15. May Contain Adult Themes
Verdict: 77 / 6.1
WARNING - MAY LEAD TO HOSPITALISATION
WEGENS STERFGEVAL GESLOTEN - Closed Because of Death -------------------------- Proverbs 30: 17 The eye that mocks a father, That scorns obedience to a mother, Will be pecked out by the ravens of the valley, Will be eaten by the vultures. --------------------------
I'm amazed that Nagi is trusting me with his computer. He warned me not to
drip any blood on the keys. Apparently it'll stain and ruin the keyboard. You learn
something new every day. It's odd how the words are coming to me now. They
just come into my mind and out through my fingers onto the screen. It's like
when you sit in front of a campfire, and without conscious effort, your mind is
suddenly flooded with about a million thoughts and ideas. But there's so many
and they're so jumbled that you can't even grasp one, and all the time you're just
sitting there watching the fire, not even noticing. It's amazing how moments in front of the fire can provide us that feeling of having a sane grip onto ourselves and our surroundings.
Schwarz is a very mismatched group. None of us are anything alike. Maybe that's how we last, you never know. We're always making fun of each others' oddities. Like how Schuldig sits in the shower and waxes half his body without valid reason. I, fortunately, have my reason for that. Having hair is unhygienic. It's a pain when my wounds get infected. That's also why I have 3 showers a day. One in the morning to clean the wounds after the night in a sweaty straight-jacket, one in the afternoon after lazing about, and one at night.
Do you believe in Angels? I always have. I don't mind angels. Lucifer was one, after all. Angels don't have bodies like us, but they're not just mind and spirit. We just never see them because we're not meant to. They don't like the thought of The watchers being watched, I s'pose. My guardian angels are always arguing
about theological matters. They call it "debating". I think they have anger issues. I like that. God wouldn't be happy about them fighting all the time. They let me see them most of the time, but no-one else. I think they're too emotional. One of them (I'm not allowed to say names) keeps weeping. It's most annoying. They stand near statues a lot, so that when I speak to them, people just think I'm lonely and starved for human affection.
I don't like affection. Ruth used to hug me all the time. I liked it then. I needed to feel wrapped in love. But she hugged too tight. Practically suffocated me. Humans always have their faults. But then, everything does. We're all going to hell. None of us are perfect. If you could zoom into heaven after the apocalypse, I
guarantee that all there'd only be God, with Jesus on a throne beside him. Like God
even gave the rest of us a chance. He says that if we love him and love his son and believe that he died for us and all that jimjar, we can go to heaven with him. And THEN he says that only prefect people go to heaven.
This leaves 4 possible outcomes - First, there's children's limbo, where the unbaptized enjoy a natural bliss but are denied the supernatural bliss of the vision of God; then the limbo of the fathers, in which the souls of the just who died before the advent of Christ await their redemption; next is purgatory, a place of spiritual cleansing from minor offences leading inevitably to heaven; and finally the place of punishment of Satan and the other fallen angels and of all mortals who die unrepentant of serious sin.
I think you're lucky if you get to Purgatory. Most people will be there, I think. I know where I'll be. The angels do, too. Satan's probably already got me on his guest-list.
-------------------- Chapter two is done. Hurrah! I recommend reading this while listening to Room 312 from Silent Hill (I think SH2) They're just one of the mp3's I listened to while writing this chapter. Lol. --------------------
WEGENS STERFGEVAL GESLOTEN - Closed Because of Death -------------------------- Proverbs 30: 17 The eye that mocks a father, That scorns obedience to a mother, Will be pecked out by the ravens of the valley, Will be eaten by the vultures. --------------------------
I'm amazed that Nagi is trusting me with his computer. He warned me not to
drip any blood on the keys. Apparently it'll stain and ruin the keyboard. You learn
something new every day. It's odd how the words are coming to me now. They
just come into my mind and out through my fingers onto the screen. It's like
when you sit in front of a campfire, and without conscious effort, your mind is
suddenly flooded with about a million thoughts and ideas. But there's so many
and they're so jumbled that you can't even grasp one, and all the time you're just
sitting there watching the fire, not even noticing. It's amazing how moments in front of the fire can provide us that feeling of having a sane grip onto ourselves and our surroundings.
Schwarz is a very mismatched group. None of us are anything alike. Maybe that's how we last, you never know. We're always making fun of each others' oddities. Like how Schuldig sits in the shower and waxes half his body without valid reason. I, fortunately, have my reason for that. Having hair is unhygienic. It's a pain when my wounds get infected. That's also why I have 3 showers a day. One in the morning to clean the wounds after the night in a sweaty straight-jacket, one in the afternoon after lazing about, and one at night.
Do you believe in Angels? I always have. I don't mind angels. Lucifer was one, after all. Angels don't have bodies like us, but they're not just mind and spirit. We just never see them because we're not meant to. They don't like the thought of The watchers being watched, I s'pose. My guardian angels are always arguing
about theological matters. They call it "debating". I think they have anger issues. I like that. God wouldn't be happy about them fighting all the time. They let me see them most of the time, but no-one else. I think they're too emotional. One of them (I'm not allowed to say names) keeps weeping. It's most annoying. They stand near statues a lot, so that when I speak to them, people just think I'm lonely and starved for human affection.
I don't like affection. Ruth used to hug me all the time. I liked it then. I needed to feel wrapped in love. But she hugged too tight. Practically suffocated me. Humans always have their faults. But then, everything does. We're all going to hell. None of us are perfect. If you could zoom into heaven after the apocalypse, I
guarantee that all there'd only be God, with Jesus on a throne beside him. Like God
even gave the rest of us a chance. He says that if we love him and love his son and believe that he died for us and all that jimjar, we can go to heaven with him. And THEN he says that only prefect people go to heaven.
This leaves 4 possible outcomes - First, there's children's limbo, where the unbaptized enjoy a natural bliss but are denied the supernatural bliss of the vision of God; then the limbo of the fathers, in which the souls of the just who died before the advent of Christ await their redemption; next is purgatory, a place of spiritual cleansing from minor offences leading inevitably to heaven; and finally the place of punishment of Satan and the other fallen angels and of all mortals who die unrepentant of serious sin.
I think you're lucky if you get to Purgatory. Most people will be there, I think. I know where I'll be. The angels do, too. Satan's probably already got me on his guest-list.
-------------------- Chapter two is done. Hurrah! I recommend reading this while listening to Room 312 from Silent Hill (I think SH2) They're just one of the mp3's I listened to while writing this chapter. Lol. --------------------