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Nostradamus NOT!
Final Vision
By William E. Mary
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I the prophet WEM have seen unto the ends of time. The lord has seen fit to make unto my vessel a sayer of things to be. He hath given unto me four visions and has sent me to all unbelievers that they may see his glory.
The first vision is of Ethiopia. Land of the shunned thirteenth tribe; keepers of the covenant of our lord. Revered guardians of the Ark of the Covenant. Their keeping hath ended brought about for thirty thousand pieces of silver dollar by Judas over at The Learning Channel (TLC). The secrets of the second coming hath been broadcasted at Prime Time. Within the covenant is reported to lie the very Manna that Christ himself hath eaten.
On the second night came a vision that tore my soul with a deed so foul. 3 Million keepers lay slain. Blood runneth over the Ark! The stars appeared in the heavens as none had seen. They appeared and died colorfully streaking the sky with their decay. A terrorist hath taken the manna.
On the third day Israel collapsed. The world had seen what was buried within the protection of the temple. There was not an unbeliever among them to the truth that the Ark of the Covenant was held within the bosom of the thirteenth tribe. The true chosen ones. All who hath given their very lives to protect their covenant with the almighty rejoined him and were at peace for eternity.
The fourth vision Raced unto my substance at a pace no man could understand. I knew this was the work of the creator. His great works of 6 years henceforth was given unto me in a picosecond. Palestine arose from the ashes to rule in Jerusalem. The world was at peace. There was plenty upon the earth. Hash, Cannabis, Snow, and speed were had by all. The world was so zooted that no one wanted to fight. Alas the cost of my service to me lord was dear indeed. I would spend my eternity in bliss, but I would miss the big party. 6 days after the transmittal of this MicroTome I would be called home.
There is a lost vision of the last day. The party suddenly stopped. Crack pipes went dark. The cherry of every lit cohiba sized spliff fizzled into cold ash as the world was glued to any media outlet at their disposal. The communications nets of the world were taken over in a way that dazzled the technocrats. Osama Bin Laden was on every channel, feed, and datastream. His prophets brought forth an extravagantly jeweled box. Without the box could be seen, felt, smelt, and tasted the contents within. The Manna itself. Osama transfigured into the second coming of Christ upon the world stage for all to see. And humanity saw their true selves. The aliens turned off the switch and humanity fell into blackness. They reset the program's parameters and restarted the experiment. They would continue to try the experiment until they got it right. How can your slave population be of any value to the corporation if all they do while in storage is either kill each other or party their brains into a pulp. We have to get that control program running on something other than Windows CE.
I want to thank an amalgam of religion, world events, Dude Where's My Car, The Outer Limits, and my own insanity for this hayride.
Wem
