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Screamings Greetings
So, you did it again relegated your fellow man to someone unworthy of your time. You drove past that homeless man without giving him a dime. Though, you swear you are aligned with the great divine?
On occasion, you may even be seen in church praising the Lord for all it's worth. Oh yes, you put on aires to cohearse others around that you are endowed with the spirit of light but my friend, there are others around just out of your sight. They see what you do in your interludes with your fellow man and please understand it is God's command for them to prey on humans like you.
Their exist precedes human time. Millennia they have spent bent on taking human souls to control the status quo. The finite time your spirit spends as man is being judged with them waiting to strike on the side in a vibrational tone not perceived on your own but trust me they are there. Stare all you want into the dark abyss if you are their mark you will only see them just before they strike to take your life.
Stories have been told eons ago in European lore about their score. They come out once a year to feed. Their need for human flesh is without contest for I can attest to once being in their sights. Yes, one Christmas night I was the one the Krampus came after.
Brooklyn New York 1929 everything was going fine. I was the owner of several banks and had cranked up our invest at the boards' behest into South American mines. Contrived poorly perhaps, but just by happenstance with no advanced warn we were informed via telegraph one day that there was an avalanche from an adjacent ridge thus, filling in the sight. With all the equip buried deep below they asked us to bestow more cash to get the buried men out before they passed from lack of air but, I, just didn't care. Initially, the board was fine with an incline towards yes to rescue the men but I reminded them of the cost and how much we had already lost. Once I put the figures out in their face despite the disgrace they voted 9 to 1 in favor to savor the remaining cash we had, cut our losses and run.
The one holdout was a devout one we called Dunn. Wilson, Latimer, Dunn, was an opinionated Englishman and I believe if memory serves me right a former priest who treated the diseased in the West Indies. He was furious of our decision to scrub the mission and yelled that we needed to be held to some account. "You louts!" "You need to let those men out!" "Do you not see that their lives are ensnared by your dare to mine a thin line?" "We were told prior to being sold this could unfold!" "But now that fate wakes you up rather late you won't back up the men that have been your saving grace to mine this place?"
A deafening silence could be heard after his justly spoken words. None of the board showed any accord at Dunn's opinion. He quickly rose and gave a stern froze stare then as he walked out he did dare to shout. "If I were you I'd mind your P's and Q's!" "For the Lord has ways to ensure your stay on Earth can get much worse!" As the door slammed shut behind him I cut in to loosen the tone and disown any responsibility we may possibly own. "Gentleman, this is business so no forgiveness of a bleeding heart." "It seems Mr. Dunn has forgot we assured them nought." "They knew the risks going in." "Condolences will be sent to their next of kin." "Whether a sin or not we've got to pull out." "Now let's get back to the matter at hand how will we land back on our feet financially?" The board, then again voted to put the remaining cash into stocks assured they would be rock solid they all nodded and signed on the dotted line to consign money that other people stowed. A very embold move you may say but we had nary a care to dare getaway for our customers well, didn't have a say.
As I left our meet I was needlessly greeted by our accounts man who made me understand that we had a rather large loan known to be late come up negate of any payment. His complaint perked my ears for we could not afford to be in arrears especially since it appears our bottom line was about to be redefined after our South American redesigns.
Apparently, it was a school for boys poised for the street but its purpose was to keep them from the slums that run rampant on the Eastside. I could not abide with letting them slide and cried "Hand me my coat!" "I will not dote the banknote they owe!"
I hurried outside to scout for a ride to the lower Eastside and cried for the nearest coach that encroached into my sight holding up two shiny dimes to sign my intent. One quickly approached and posted within but an inch of my feet after spying my generous tithe. I...
On occasion, you may even be seen in church praising the Lord for all it's worth. Oh yes, you put on aires to cohearse others around that you are endowed with the spirit of light but my friend, there are others around just out of your sight. They see what you do in your interludes with your fellow man and please understand it is God's command for them to prey on humans like you.
Their exist precedes human time. Millennia they have spent bent on taking human souls to control the status quo. The finite time your spirit spends as man is being judged with them waiting to strike on the side in a vibrational tone not perceived on your own but trust me they are there. Stare all you want into the dark abyss if you are their mark you will only see them just before they strike to take your life.
Stories have been told eons ago in European lore about their score. They come out once a year to feed. Their need for human flesh is without contest for I can attest to once being in their sights. Yes, one Christmas night I was the one the Krampus came after.
Brooklyn New York 1929 everything was going fine. I was the owner of several banks and had cranked up our invest at the boards' behest into South American mines. Contrived poorly perhaps, but just by happenstance with no advanced warn we were informed via telegraph one day that there was an avalanche from an adjacent ridge thus, filling in the sight. With all the equip buried deep below they asked us to bestow more cash to get the buried men out before they passed from lack of air but, I, just didn't care. Initially, the board was fine with an incline towards yes to rescue the men but I reminded them of the cost and how much we had already lost. Once I put the figures out in their face despite the disgrace they voted 9 to 1 in favor to savor the remaining cash we had, cut our losses and run.
The one holdout was a devout one we called Dunn. Wilson, Latimer, Dunn, was an opinionated Englishman and I believe if memory serves me right a former priest who treated the diseased in the West Indies. He was furious of our decision to scrub the mission and yelled that we needed to be held to some account. "You louts!" "You need to let those men out!" "Do you not see that their lives are ensnared by your dare to mine a thin line?" "We were told prior to being sold this could unfold!" "But now that fate wakes you up rather late you won't back up the men that have been your saving grace to mine this place?"
A deafening silence could be heard after his justly spoken words. None of the board showed any accord at Dunn's opinion. He quickly rose and gave a stern froze stare then as he walked out he did dare to shout. "If I were you I'd mind your P's and Q's!" "For the Lord has ways to ensure your stay on Earth can get much worse!" As the door slammed shut behind him I cut in to loosen the tone and disown any responsibility we may possibly own. "Gentleman, this is business so no forgiveness of a bleeding heart." "It seems Mr. Dunn has forgot we assured them nought." "They knew the risks going in." "Condolences will be sent to their next of kin." "Whether a sin or not we've got to pull out." "Now let's get back to the matter at hand how will we land back on our feet financially?" The board, then again voted to put the remaining cash into stocks assured they would be rock solid they all nodded and signed on the dotted line to consign money that other people stowed. A very embold move you may say but we had nary a care to dare getaway for our customers well, didn't have a say.
As I left our meet I was needlessly greeted by our accounts man who made me understand that we had a rather large loan known to be late come up negate of any payment. His complaint perked my ears for we could not afford to be in arrears especially since it appears our bottom line was about to be redefined after our South American redesigns.
Apparently, it was a school for boys poised for the street but its purpose was to keep them from the slums that run rampant on the Eastside. I could not abide with letting them slide and cried "Hand me my coat!" "I will not dote the banknote they owe!"
I hurried outside to scout for a ride to the lower Eastside and cried for the nearest coach that encroached into my sight holding up two shiny dimes to sign my intent. One quickly approached and posted within but an inch of my feet after spying my generous tithe. I...
