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Jesus 14:4. And he said, "Let there be light!" And there was light.
33 AD
The skies above Jerusalem burnt brightly for three days and three nights. All Romans who professed allegiance to Caesar found their flesh melting off their bones, like wax dripping from a candlestick. Their screams echoed through the city for days. While they died where they stood, their wives and children congealing with them into an agonized mass of unending pain, the Pharisees hid in their houses and prayed. They prayed to a God which did not forgive. They prayed to a God which did not forget. One by one, the Apostles hunted them down.
There had once been twelve Apostles. Now, there were a hundred; then, a thousand; then, ten thousand. Their standard was the cross, daubed in holy blood upon a white standard, and wherever they marched, there was victory. The legions melted before them, cast down by locusts or lightning. And at their head?
Who else, but the Nazarene himself?
Augustus sent more legions; ten thousand men disappeared into the pit of the Levant before he finally acknowledged the pointlessness of such an endeavor, and then he sent missives to the King of the Jews, soft and sullen entreaties. He sent ships laden down with gold and fine foods, fabric grown in the fields of the Po valley, wine harvested in Gallia; and he pleaded with the King of the Jews to turn against the Persians and dash them to pieces. "End them," he said, "and you shall have Asia."
When that entreaty was broached, Rome, Alexandria and Antioch suffered a sudden outbreak of frogs. About a tenth of infants died in their sleep, choking on their own vomit, their own mucus; a decimation in every sense of the word. Great wheels were seen, blocking out the sun - or perhaps they were the sun itself. Some of the citizens swore that, as the wheels passed over the city, they had the strangest feeling of being watched... and perhaps they were.
Sacrifices were made, to Juno. To Jupiter, to Mercury, to Pluto and Neptune and Venus and Apollo. None of them ever seemed to take; the sacrifices stayed where they were, and refused to be consumed by flame. In one particularly memorable case, a calf sacrificed to Mars rose to its feet, issued a loud roar and galloped into the forest, its flesh stitching and restitching together.
No more entreaties were made. Rome was silent.
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Shall I make an ASB thread of this?
Jesus 14:4. And he said, "Let there be light!" And there was light.
33 AD
The skies above Jerusalem burnt brightly for three days and three nights. All Romans who professed allegiance to Caesar found their flesh melting off their bones, like wax dripping from a candlestick. Their screams echoed through the city for days. While they died where they stood, their wives and children congealing with them into an agonized mass of unending pain, the Pharisees hid in their houses and prayed. They prayed to a God which did not forgive. They prayed to a God which did not forget. One by one, the Apostles hunted them down.
There had once been twelve Apostles. Now, there were a hundred; then, a thousand; then, ten thousand. Their standard was the cross, daubed in holy blood upon a white standard, and wherever they marched, there was victory. The legions melted before them, cast down by locusts or lightning. And at their head?
Who else, but the Nazarene himself?
Augustus sent more legions; ten thousand men disappeared into the pit of the Levant before he finally acknowledged the pointlessness of such an endeavor, and then he sent missives to the King of the Jews, soft and sullen entreaties. He sent ships laden down with gold and fine foods, fabric grown in the fields of the Po valley, wine harvested in Gallia; and he pleaded with the King of the Jews to turn against the Persians and dash them to pieces. "End them," he said, "and you shall have Asia."
When that entreaty was broached, Rome, Alexandria and Antioch suffered a sudden outbreak of frogs. About a tenth of infants died in their sleep, choking on their own vomit, their own mucus; a decimation in every sense of the word. Great wheels were seen, blocking out the sun - or perhaps they were the sun itself. Some of the citizens swore that, as the wheels passed over the city, they had the strangest feeling of being watched... and perhaps they were.
Sacrifices were made, to Juno. To Jupiter, to Mercury, to Pluto and Neptune and Venus and Apollo. None of them ever seemed to take; the sacrifices stayed where they were, and refused to be consumed by flame. In one particularly memorable case, a calf sacrificed to Mars rose to its feet, issued a loud roar and galloped into the forest, its flesh stitching and restitching together.
No more entreaties were made. Rome was silent.
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Shall I make an ASB thread of this?
Give me a bump, Vasili. One bump only, please.Don't just bump threads if you haven't anything saying. If people are intrested or have something saying they surely reply but don't just bump threads.Bump