For my daughter (664 hits)
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Submitted by Hourman (View user info) at 2006-03-30 07:31:39 EST
The sun is a marvellous device. A curiosity of nature, so hot and unfathomably gigantic that it would burn the devil himself. So far away and detached from civilisation that humanity will never be able to control such a force of nature. The closest we can come to controlling the sun is harnessing its solar beams into energy. For Gods sake we can't even gaze upon such a beauty for more than a few seconds without our eyes starting to burn.
The sun is a Greek tragedy. A cruel punishment for something humanity did aeons ago. How can something so beautiful never be gazed upon without causing us harm?
As these enchanting and beautiful thoughts wrapped around his mind he felt his sanity starting to unravel. Quickly he pulled himself together and let out a chuckle.
It was not a true laugh, if anything this laugh was sadder than tears. You can learn so much from one mans laughter, laughter I believe, is the window to the soul. A sad laugh can bring so much sadness, it smacks of something not quite right, almost something missing from a person. A man who can't laugh has no soul. He looks at the young man to his right with the glummest most unapproachable look on his face, he cannot be older than eighteen but looks as though he has lived a life of suffering. Sitting next to the young man is an old lady with a gleaming smile. Just smiling. This old lady has lived through at least one World War and countless other wars, she will have seen people die and outlived friends, but still she smiles like a child at Christmas. We could all learn something from her.
Once again he feels himself getting distracted and refocuses his attention on the task at hand. It's not far now, but it seems like an eternity for a ten minute...no matter, focus.
He shifts uncomfortably in his seat and feels the sweat drip from his forehead. It lands in his lap. He watches it almost melt into his dirty trousers. The water cleans the dust away from the trousers for an instance. For that one second he is clean. He is separated from the rest of the world anointed by liquid. Cleaned of all sins committed, but only for a second.
Focus on the job, got to stop thinking. Got to think of the task at hand. It won't take long. Just have to wait for the right moment and God will have his vengeance. I am Gods weapon against the unjust and I must be focused for his almighty mercy. I must keep going for his omniscient judgement. There is no doubt in my mind, I am at one with God and at his side my judgement is swift and my heart is pure and steady.
The bus stops and he swings the heavy bag onto his shoulder, and quickly he departs from the side of the bus onto the busy high street. The sun hits his face and he raises his eyes to the sky, but the sun burns deep into the retina of his eyes. White splotches fill his vision for a few moments. Another sad chuckle exits from his lips like a tear rolling down a cheek. He knows were he must wait. He knows were he must stand. He looks at his watch 11.23am, better hurry leave time for thinking. He walks down the street aware that he is being watched. He stops and turns but no one is there to great his angry stare. He puts it down to the sun and continues on his righteous path to destiny.
He sees the building. It's a large grey building were the forces of evil have been delegating their orders of execution; tactics is the word they use. He hates them. No that's not fair, that's not fair at all. They are doing what they are told; they are doing what they have to do, as is he. One of them is right, and on the final day he hopes it was he.
11.39, not long now until the judgement. He sees a small child holding her Fathers hand,
'Daddy, why are there bad people in the world?'
'There is no bad people honey, only the misguided.'
He felt a tear trickle down his face, he wanted to stop them and explain to her that people were bad. All people are bad in their own way. He remembers the last time he saw his daughter. Seven years ago before he snuck out in the middle of the night. Like someone running away from a problem to big for everyone to comprehend. He loved his daughter so much. He always will.
11.59am the politicians start to leave the building in a big group. He walks up to the barriers and he is so close he can him them laughing and joking without a care in the world for all their wrong doings and bad judgements. He reminds himself he is doing it for God. Now he is doing it for the other mans daughter. To clear the world of bad men you have to start somewhere. Maybe this is just the beginning maybe it's the end.
He jumps the barricade and lands right in the middle of the politicians they stare like rabbits caught in the headlights of a car.
He hangs his head. He screams,
'For my daughter, and all the bad men in the world. Your judgement is here!'
He presses the detonation, raises his head to the sky, and whispers,
'For you, my beautiful daughter'
White light is all he sees and hears as he enters the kingdom of light; God will love him, no matter what.
End
I wrote this with no colour, or country in mind. In all it was a fathers way of trying to help his daughter. I haven't experianced a daughter, i'm only 19. I would imagine the dedication and lengths a father will go to protect his child is incomprehensible. Thanks for reading folks.
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Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-07-06 07:18:23 EDT (#)
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Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-07-05 09:54:26 (#)
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I am going to rate every one of your posts with a +2 without reading them.
Submitted by firefly (user info) at 2006-03-30 17:02:41 EST (#)
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whore
Submitted by firefly (user info) at 2006-03-30 17:02:12 EST (#)
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Serves the little who right.
Submitted by firefly (user info) at 2006-03-30 16:58:51 EST (#)
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you have problems.
Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2006-03-30 12:39:36 EST (#)
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i liked the bit about the sun.
i do not understand how a suicide bombing will help the daughter.
Submitted by Unabonger (user info) at 2006-03-30 09:12:02 EST (#)
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i got something for your daughter.
Submitted by Dervel (user info) at 2006-03-30 09:01:36 EST (#)
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He jumps the barricade and lands right in the middle of the politicians they stare like rabbits caught in the headlights of a car.
He hangs his head. He screams,
'For my daughter, and all the bad men in the world. Your judgement is here!'
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If you had cut out a couple of the grammar mistakes, you could have squeezed in another cliché or two.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2006-03-30 08:37:10 EST (#)
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Slagging is so much fun. It's an oppurtunity to flex ones improvisational skills. It's more than just calling people dickheads you see.
And don't ever say 'lol' again.
Submitted by Grimm (user info) at 2006-03-30 08:34:57 EST (#)
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I wrote this with no colour, or country in mind. In all it was a fathers way of trying to help his daughter. I haven't experianced a daughter, i'm only 19. I would imagine the dedication and lengths a father will go to protect his child is incomprehensible. Thanks for reading folks.
This statement kind of makes your post a little tiny bit worthless.
Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2006-03-30 08:28:48 EST (#)
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Very fair comment. To be honest i just re-read it and i agree. Its trying to be to moral and pretty whilst...well I aint happy with it at all now! Dammit! lol.
See what you guys think of this. This was my first (and only item to have good reviews) http://www.ubersite.com/m/85862.
Thanks for friendly crit as opposed to pointless slagging!
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2006-03-30 08:10:56 EST (#)
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In all fairness you are right. I just thought this was a bit hackneyed you know? The little kid looking at her dad (both of whom are beautiful people) and saying "why are there bad people in the world daddy?"
I feel like I'm watching daytime tv. I go to work to get away from that sort of thing. That and my housemates arguing with each other.
I guess it could have just done with more moral ambiguouity.
Submitted by ozzy (user info) at 2006-03-30 08:07:27 EST (#)
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passion flaps n. A more romantic term for an axe wound (qv).
brown bear's nose n. A cute little round turd that hibernates at the bottom of the lavatory and refuses to move.
bulldog eating porridge euph. The vagina in the aftermath of sex. From Shakespear's Henry IV. "Lo, I see my ladies' bulldog hath been eating porridge again".
Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2006-03-30 08:03:26 EST (#)
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Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2006-03-30 07:58:57 (#)
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It's a big ball of fire. If you think that's beautiful then you should probably seek therapy.
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Wow you missed the point. Either that or you didn't articulate your crit properly
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2006-03-30 07:58:57 EST (#)
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It's a big ball of fire. If you think that's beautiful then you should probably seek therapy.