7/28/2019 A Sermon By Jeremiah Facheon - Transcript
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A Sermon by Pastor Jeremiah Facheon - Transcript
It's awfuly cold there, isn't is children? I suspect you will
want to lay yourcoats down else where. I would like to speak to you
for a moment if I may aboutthe recent changes to the charter. As we
know all about it, I'm sure, we are tobe very vigilant in our
discretion.It occurs to me now, more than ever, that you all are
becoming most uncomfortable with me and the other city councilman's
decision to begin rationing you all off to the hospitals Quick
Start program. Butit is in the name of our great leader, Gehenna,
we make this judgement call. Donot fret, as it is our best bet to
ensure proper treatmnt and fairness in our selections.
May I ask which of you (do not point, Jeremiah. They will assume
the first andlast pointed at are the only ones safe....DO NOT
POINT!!!) is no afraid to be taken in the name of science.You are,
little boy? Please come up here.
No, young man, tell us what it is that has you so troubled.
Death?! Ha. You will become an essential piece of the cog, son.
Son, what's your name.
Well, Daniel, let me postulate something of great importance to
you. You're death will not be permanent. No, quite the contrary
actually. Your death will beimmersive, and will see you returning
to life make Gehenna happy? Very much so.I want you to follow
this...please follow him Daniel. You aren't leaving us.
I want the others to witness your glorious acension to a
temporary plain of reality.
Now don't cry.Crying is for God's people. Fasten it tighter,
Henderson. He'llbreak lose other wise.
Now, children, a passage from the worrd of Gehenna. As he has
written in the Dempsey Town Charter.
" We all are but fog. Drifting heavily through the masses of air
we pollute with our tongues. God cannot save you, for he is a
basilisk. His prophets call him different names based on their
different tongues, but he is always the creator of sin and shame.
We embody sin and shame. Tasteless, morose, broken. Oh, s
o very very broken. Our morbid..." SHUT UP DANIEL!!!
" Our morbid chalice is life, but God gives us death to detract
from the pleasure of polluting the air. What a price? Death for
living. Why not hand the peasant a dim, then make him use it to buy
goods from you? Why not placate the Panderer, then lock him in his
own room? Ahh yes, the copious and forelorn days ofchaotic
displacement from the universe are now but a single thread of
misplacedmoans from the almighty GOD!!! " Is he almost
ready....
" I beg of you more. Die for rebirth. The conservatives of
America will haveyou believe the fetus is sacred, and I would
agree. But we place too much valuein the idea that is as such. They
carry the life giving cells. But don't we all? Aren't we all
destined to carry the unused cells that the unborn are so ble
ssed with? Tis but a shame we cannot harvest them and share
among the living.What have the unborn given us that is so..."
Finally.
No, Daniel, you msut be silent. You're mother is upstairs, and
it would be a shame if she knew how you were doing. I figure you
ran out of Thursday Teachingsinto the forest, never to return.
Sing with me children. Sing with me in a glorious hymn. Daniel
is our little lamb, our Wendigo. He will beckon us to him, but we
must not listen. Now sing with me.
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Iggy, please prepare the instrument of rebirth.
From our epitaph reader, we do sing.
" The sermon on the mount gave we, the fish a-multipilying from
the sea. But it's our own blood, which shall become, the only other
savior we need..."
BANG!!!!Daniel carried alot of life in him. How old was he,
again? 8? Hmmm, alot of "savior" for someone so young. Drag him out
to the transport carrior. Tell hismother he ran off into the
woods.
Now, children. Please understand my concern....Eliza, what are
you doing?
Put down the knife Eliza, it isn't Frans time yet....Oh my
god!!! ELIZA, STOP!!! PUT DOWN THE KNIFE!!! HARPER, STOP
LAUGHING!!!
Oh god, I appreciate your enthusiam Eliza, but you've stained
the carpetting. Jesus, her neck is pouring. Please get her out. Let
me think, fuck....let me think.
Okay children, here's what happened. Daniel and Franny ran into
the woods together. We'll send out a search party. Anyone who'd
like to run their mouth is in
for a hurting. Go now, just remember. We'll take your parents
before we tak you. So hush your lips and have a splendid weekend.
Oh, Eliza, Harper. Pleasestay after and help me clean up. You're
parents aren;t here so I'll drop you off afterwards. The rest of
you, dismissed.
