TRACK 006 - SECOND TESTAMENT ♪ [ VIDEO ]
[ Justin held the book he was compiling within frame before setting it down upon the desk. There's some beatbox music playing in the background, however, the music isn't loud enough to drown out Justin's voice. ]
I have completed another writing, and I would like to share with you all. Kindly, open your hearts and allow these words to inspire you.
[ He cleared his throat, and began to read outloud. ]
“This is how Lord Death's faithful servant answered His most holy and righteous beckoning,
Once upon a time in Europe, there was a tiny village. This tiny village had tiny houses, a tiny butcher shop, a tiny tavern, a tiny bread shop, a tiny schoolhouse, a tiny hospital and several other quaint little things. On top of the village's highest hill sat a tiny church, which had been there since the village was established hundreds of years ago.
Every morning, a little priest would wake up and sing praises while sweeping up the old floorboards of that church. Then, he would recite prayers for the people, and do other little chores such as feeding the church mice and watering the flowerboxes outside the church windows.
This continued on until one day, the flowerboxes had to be changed as the flowers they once held withered. The little priest rolled up the sleeves of his cassock robe, and went to work dutifully. Unfortunately, the little priest was not good with tools. Due to a loose screw, a flowerbox fell and struck the little priest's head. He tumbled down the hill, completely unconscious, until he was found by a villager and brought to the hospital."
“The doctor met with the people of the village, and told them things looked very grim for the little priest. All the people were very upset about what happened to their priest.
But a miracle happened, and as every day passed, the little priest recovered from his injury. On the day the little priest could return to his church, the whole village gathered outside the church-but saw a scene which troubled them greatly. The little priest was packing up his suitcases, preparing to leave the village.
“Where are you going?” The villagers inquired.
“To Nevada,” The little priest replied. “To meet God!”
Troubled by such a statement, the villagers foolishly replied, “But God is everywhere!”
As the little priest had learned in his dreams, he confirmed this revelation to the villagers: “God is in Nevada.”
The villagers did not agree with this revelation at all, and protested the little priest's exodus. So certain of God's beckoning, the little priest lit a match and torched down the church with the church mice still inside. That night, he fled the village after hotwiring the tavern owners's motorcycle."
[ Justin beamed that last sentence, and then closed the book. ]
I have completed another writing, and I would like to share with you all. Kindly, open your hearts and allow these words to inspire you.
[ He cleared his throat, and began to read outloud. ]
“This is how Lord Death's faithful servant answered His most holy and righteous beckoning,
Once upon a time in Europe, there was a tiny village. This tiny village had tiny houses, a tiny butcher shop, a tiny tavern, a tiny bread shop, a tiny schoolhouse, a tiny hospital and several other quaint little things. On top of the village's highest hill sat a tiny church, which had been there since the village was established hundreds of years ago.
Every morning, a little priest would wake up and sing praises while sweeping up the old floorboards of that church. Then, he would recite prayers for the people, and do other little chores such as feeding the church mice and watering the flowerboxes outside the church windows.
This continued on until one day, the flowerboxes had to be changed as the flowers they once held withered. The little priest rolled up the sleeves of his cassock robe, and went to work dutifully. Unfortunately, the little priest was not good with tools. Due to a loose screw, a flowerbox fell and struck the little priest's head. He tumbled down the hill, completely unconscious, until he was found by a villager and brought to the hospital."
“The doctor met with the people of the village, and told them things looked very grim for the little priest. All the people were very upset about what happened to their priest.
But a miracle happened, and as every day passed, the little priest recovered from his injury. On the day the little priest could return to his church, the whole village gathered outside the church-but saw a scene which troubled them greatly. The little priest was packing up his suitcases, preparing to leave the village.
“Where are you going?” The villagers inquired.
“To Nevada,” The little priest replied. “To meet God!”
Troubled by such a statement, the villagers foolishly replied, “But God is everywhere!”
As the little priest had learned in his dreams, he confirmed this revelation to the villagers: “God is in Nevada.”
The villagers did not agree with this revelation at all, and protested the little priest's exodus. So certain of God's beckoning, the little priest lit a match and torched down the church with the church mice still inside. That night, he fled the village after hotwiring the tavern owners's motorcycle."
[ Justin beamed that last sentence, and then closed the book. ]