Tidings From The Gods
One day, when I was watching cartoons in the upstairs room of my house, I heard a young lady
about 14 years old outside my window, yelling very loudly from the next door neighbors front
yard, "Ooo-wop! Ooo-wop! Ooo-wop! Pervert! Pervert! Ooo-wop! Ooo-wop! I was more or less
used-to the strange things that had been going on around me, and I knew it was directed towards
me as there wasn't anyone else around. I ignored it and continued watching cartoons.
The young lady persisted, and a couple of minutes later I heard my rottweiler downstairs jumping up and nosing the Venetian blinds to look outside. Seeing this and thinking that it was me, she yelled out, "See! He's a pervert!" I shook my head in agreement, and I laughed saying, "Yep! Axle's a pervert alright." I continued watching cartoons, as my only concern was that they were interrupting the story, but the disturbance continued.
About a minute later I realized that what they really didn't want was for me to look out the window. What they really didn't want is for me to see what they were doing down there. I got up, opened the Venetian blinds and looked down at the young lady, as she pranced confidently, most happily offending me from the neighbors front yard.
Sensing me she turned, looking over her left shoulder strait up at the window, our eyes met. As I looked down at her, I felt no emotion or any feelings of any kind. I was cold and unsympathetic. Facing me, she had nothing to say. After a moment past, I turned away and went downstairs to continue watching the story they had interrupted.
They had deliberately interrupted my story, and they had offended me. They were out
of place and had no business being in my neighborhood and yet, I still felt nothing.
Later that day, they committed a human sacrifice next door, and that day, the sacrifice
was her. If she had not offended me, I would not have turned away, and I could have saved
her. This is what finally angered me, and so it is, that it was through their offenses,
that they began to awaken a sleeping God, and that God—would be me.
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