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You must be a troll, but I'll take the bait. Sure it is. You never made a decision to like females (if you're a male, which I figure you are), and so I never made the decision that I also happen to like males, too. It's not a decision, just as breathing is not a decision, or having to go bathroom, or whatever. I guess we shouldn't have imposed the idea that blacks are equal to whites. Oh wait... Equality doesn't exist, according to you. If you are Catholic, then surely you believel ife has rules and laws. In your religion, it is called the Bible. I don't care about either, so I don't have anything to say here. So, the same applies to people who cannot reproduce (disabilities and what not), to those who consciously choose not to (monks, nuns, people with hereditary diseases, etc), and others. Good for you. So those rams who refuse to mate with any female sheep are not gay? They are just making a choice, I guess, to go against sheep-kind. I don't know what's censored there, but I think I know what it is, and I must say, you need to grow up. A gay person cannot reproduce? It's impossible? Since when do gay men not have sperm that can be used by a women, homosexual or not? And what if a person cannot reproduce because of medical issues? They aren't human either?

Are you putting the: Pictures\paper up.bmp part of playerpic.Picture.LoadFromFile(Pictures\paper up.bmp); in quotes? It should be: playerpic.Picture.LoadFromFile('Pictures\paper up.bmp'); { ... or (if the first doesn't work?)... } playerpic.Picture.LoadFromFile("Pictures\paper up.bmp"); I don't remember much Pascal, but I think that'll fix your problem.

Why is it disturbing? I have the same problem at my school, and I find it disturbing because they esentially bought the same game around 4 times, despite the fact that there ARE better handheld games out there, and yet they play a game aimed at the 8-10 year odl demographic. That doesn't make them bad games, but still, it's just odd that they haven't realised that they've been playign the same game for over a decade with very minor changes in between. You've never played competitively, then, else you would say they've been 'playing the same game over a decade'. Show me a game that requires great amounts of planning, strategy, dedication, and that is player vs player. Thanks, I'll take Pokemon over whatever you suggest, because it's a strategy game that I enjoy. Again, I must say, you've never played competetitively because if so, you would know that each Pokemon is quite different--some are better than others, some are worse, but in the end, they're all different. Sometimes there are two very similiar Pokemon, yes, but that only happens sometimes. You can think it's the same game everytime. It maybe, in your opinion, but on the actual point of the game--the competitive side--every iteration is vastly different. Different moves, different effects, different strategies, different battle mechanics.

I would say either The Changeling or Session 9.

Please don't. It took me a long time to develop my style, and having someone rip it off is rude and akin to theft in my opinion. Oh please your style is just colored bubbles. And everyone else's is just some brushes and a render plopped on. You can simplify everything :\

Please don't. It took me a long time to develop my style, and having someone rip it off is rude and akin to theft in my opinion.

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That can't be explained because your definition of right and wrong is relative. I don't care about my beliefs, I want to hear your justification for thinking homosexuality is wrong (if you do). I believe homosexuality is wrong on the same basis I belief pre-marital sex is wrong. I believe sex is for a husband&wife only. And what if the couple never have sex? Is it wrong then?

Comparing beastility to homosexuality always happens in these topics. The thing is, beastility is taking total advantage of animals. Killing them for meat is not the same thing -- they both may not require consent, but are a mule and human the same because they both have bones? No. Killing animals is for survival of the human race -- having sex with a goat is a totally different thing, which abuses an animal for no reason other than personal enjoyment. Homosexuality is an act between two consenting parties. Beastility is not. Killing animals for food is not comparable to humping a goat. They both may not require consent, but thats the only reason they are the same.

You sort of do have a point there, but I shall try to counter it. If two creatures of the same sex love each other, they can not reproduce. If the whole human race does not reproduce, we go extinct. If two people love each other, and (one/both) of them are infertile, they can not reproduce. If the whole human race does not reproduce, we go extinct. Therefore, infertile people are wrong, disgusting, disgraceful, morally wrong, etc. If we went by the reason you so detest homo/bisexuality.

Its not natural. Heres what I honestly think. Gay people feel friendship around guys(they think it is romantic love) and they feel love for women,(but they think it is just friendship) I honestly do not think anyone is naturally gay, I think it is just a misconception (to them) of thier feelings, and they "become" gay. Have you ever been in love? I doubt, because it feels A LOT different than friendship. I have. Honestly I can't think of another way to try to explain it, because its just unnatural and wrong :-# Unnatural, disgraceful, and to me flat out disturbing. Thanks, I'm disgraceful, unnatural, and out right disturbing, according to you. I guess really, really obese people having sex is wrong to you, too.

Its not natural. Heres what I honestly think. Gay people feel friendship around guys(they think it is romantic love) and they feel love for women,(but they think it is just friendship) I honestly do not think anyone is naturally gay, I think it is just a misconception (to them) of thier feelings, and they "become" gay. Explain bisexuality then.

That's a load of rubbish. I had one long post about why in fact it is all rubbish, but I accidentally closed the tab when I went to close another tab. My point is, those studies are from right wing Christian organizations, and there is no way these are right. For example, the FRI is not accepted by the APA at all. So take them with a grain of salt.

How are you comparing murder to homosexuality? Because, a child won't come out of the union of same-sex couple in love? Is that it?

You are so wrong on all your 'points' but one (for me). I'm bisexual, and guess what? No one in real life knows. How is that craving attention? I feel like it? OK, I woke up when I was young and went 'OK, I'll be bi for the rest of my life!' I'm not Christian? You're right on that one.

Through the Sea We are a people of nothing, staying nowhere simply nomads, looking for a home, loathed by many, where shall we live? Elsewhere? Where shall we live? We just roam. Nothing more. Upon the sea. The sea, how beautiful she is, how beautiful, how helpful, she is the only one who listens, the only one who guides, yet the people of the earth, how they are far from beautiful, they only wish to harm us, they stick to their sides. Yet, does our plains, our roaming home, do that? Not the sea. We move from place to place, ever so lost, ever so hunted, ever so detested, by the men above, by the men who fail to embrace, why must they detest us? We are always tested, tested to the full of our abilities, by the sea. Do we need man to do so, too? Do we need humans to test us? Why must they be such a flu, such a vile disease, plighting us with such success? The sea does not, for it is our home, the sea is. We are the people of the sea, nomads for life, nomads for forever, straying never to land, we are forced to flee, if ever we come too close, if ever we stray towards them, however, do they not know? We have the power of the sea. We could crush them, we could destroy them, We live in the land of the sea, and we call to it, for it is the only place that enjoys us, it does not condemn, it does not condemn us to an eternity of misery, as the humans have! We shall never submit, for we are the creatures of the sea. We shall live ever so ever so gaily, even if they detest us, we shall live in a world of peace, even if they harm us, we shall do no harm to them, and thus, they will be punished by the sea, they will cry out in distress, for we are the people guarded by the sea. Their punishment will not be for us to decide, their doom shall not be ours to create, it will be their own doing, for they were evil, and to us they denied, they denied us our freedom, yet we were never irate, we were simply doing as the sea told us, as she wanted, the brilliant sea. We traveled day and night, trying to make peace, yet our attempts were that of a folly, failing ever so, yet, their ways of war never seemed to cease, they were always at constant war, what woe, yet, we never were, for that is the way of the sea. One fateful day came, and they poisoned the waters, poisoned our life, trying to kill us all. They both failed and succeeded, for most of us did die! What strife! Insane they were, for what they most needed, was the waters of the sea. Their judgment came, their end came, their own punishment came from their own actions, the plants could not clean the waters, and so they became lame, and so the people starved, now dived amongst themselves, amongst their factions, and yet we simply lived by the way of the sea. We are the people of the sea. We are the beings of water. Let it be known, we shall always be here. We shall always live. Through all that may come, we shall live: through hunting, through slaughter, we shall always be here, we shall always thrive, for this is the way of the sea. Retribution The grasses of the plain were empty and quite, while the city prepared for war, for war. Soldier for soldier, paladin for paladin, knight for knight, it was the echo of war, vehemently strong and vile. Preparation was under way, constant preparation, to oust the enemy, to destroy them, blinded by dislike. War is simple futile, itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s an aberration, for, how can war be normal? How can war be desirable? The enemy appeared over the hills, marching towards the doom of both, the city reverberated with dislike upon the sight of the enemy, and so they both took an oath, an oath to oust and destroy the other. The rumble of war echoed heavily about the world ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Ãâ it could be heard everywhere. What was the cause? What was the rhyme or reason? The reason? The reason? It was nowhere. Nowhere to be heard, nowhere to be seen. One attacked another over the issue of slavery, but why did they? Were they above all else? All else that walked the planet? How could they do what they do? Kill, slay? Retribution came swiftly from the enemy, retribution. The hammer smashed the anvil, crushing the city. It would not, it could not fall! Or so they believed. How sad it all is. What a pity. The city crumbled under the enemyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s intense weight. It could not withstand their attacks, it could not. Why couldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t it? Why not? It took centuries to construct, centuries to protect, yet, it fell, ever so swiftly! They had been caught, been caught in their own web, distraught. They fell, one after another. Both sides were hurt severely, for both sides were skilled beyond words, yet, where they doing right? Both thought they were, but neither were thinking clearly, for propaganda blinded them all. OneÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s head was cleared when he lay dieing, and he thought, why? Another sat dieing, in a most uncomfortable position, thinking the same. It was silly, another thought, to simply fight to die, why, oh why? The defending side lost, and so did the attacking side, for they both had neither won nor lost. A statue of a demon, which was never there, had tried, tried to win the war, and he did, even if it wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t over, yet. For, how had either side won? Many innocents lost their lives, no matter which side they were on. The hammer of war, smashing, smashing. Crushing, crushing. The furnace of war, smelting, smelting. The knives, the knives of war, slashing, cutting. The demon had one, for it had started it all ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Ãâ the slavery, the war. It had enticed and deceived, been the messenger in the night, It had been the propaganda, the lies, the end of all, for, it was the epitome of the destruction of the human race. --- Comments, please.

I know about dictionaries. I'm not an idiot, mind you. Yet, there are many definitions for 'natural', too, if you missed that. As you can bend a truth mostly anyway you want, as it happens all the time so people can do things they want. And going by the very dictionary you attempted to use against me, I found definitions of natural that mean something created by nature. I guess your dictionary betrayed you?

Exactly my point. You are saying homosexuality isn't natural, yet it is. You are saying because something doesn't happen in nature that it is not right. You can't go on saying 'homosexuality isn't natural' if you don't think people should 'take dumps in the middle of the street' as you so elegantly worded it. Funny thing is, infact, homosexuality is natural, as it accures in nature. Computers don't accure in nature, nor does clothing, nor does television, or any of those fancy things you most likely take for granted everyday of your life. Yet, because it works to you're way, it's unnatural? And something occuring naturally doesn't mean it's right when it's not to your advantage, such as murder? Yet because homosexuality is unnatural it's not right? Marijauna, toadstools, etc are as natural as you're going to get. They grow in the wild and are considered drugs. Saying that aren't natural is impossible, since 'nature' created them, not humans or animals... I can't see how drugs aren't natural, when they accure in nature, and yet computers are natural, yet they do not accure in nature... Entire freedom would be anarchy. Anarchy does not mean morals are thrown out the window, since people would still have their morals. Simply people being free does not entail any loss in morals in the least bit. And morals are defined by the culture and person, not by anything else. Culture's change and so does a person, so during this process of change a person's morals would also change, and so would a culture's morals change.

Eh, animals commit all kinds of things naturally - murder, etc... And there are animals which are infact gay. Yet you bring out the unnatural card? Because something is natural does not mean it's right... Nor if something is unnatural does it make it right. Simply because it happens in nature doesn't define if it's wrong or not... Going by said logic, I would hope you live in a cave or such without a computer and any modern, 'unnatural' thing. And guess what? Drugs are natural. Substances that affect the state of mind of a living animal have been around for a long, long time. Computers are not natural, either, yet you're not against them... Why? Cars and bikes are not natural either... Nor is clothing, nor is most things you take for granted. But because you state 'homosexuality' is 'not natural' it's 'wrong'? And also, since when does something natural make it right? On top of that, what exactly are 'morals'? Oh yes, they are defined by the culture. Since cultures change, so do morals change. Morals are not going down the toliet in the least bit, they are simply changing, for the better or worse. If a culture stayed the same, then the world would be quite dull and we would have never moved passed living in caves and hunting animals. No culture is uncivilized, either. The ancient Mayans were as civilized as you and I... The Romans of old were too, and so were North American Indians. The Celts, the Vikings... No culture is 'uncivilized', the culture is only different, having different morals and beliefs and rules. Men who believed woman should only wear dresses would be disgusted and call current society immoral and wrong. --- But to answer the topics question... I would wish that I never had a wish, since the effects of a wish could be dramatic and resounding throughout the world and such, that there is no way to wholey understand the effect of a wish. Since I would not like to be known as one who destroyed society and the world before I died, I would simply not wish for anything or wish the wish away.

Erm, the story was about how greed kills nature... I didn't go on about nothing...

Forestry A light wind blew through an old forest. Trees stood everywhere, towing above the ground and watching the pearl white moon and the twinkling stars. Shrubby plants lay underneath the trees, bearing a rainbow of berries and other fruit in their branches. Old leaves were tossed from their resting place and blown throughout the forest. A small sapling grew, the child of one of the forestÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s eldest trees. It was filled with wonder at the world around it, amazed at its beauty and splendor. The sapling was hugged by the windÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s gentle hands, a hug to greet the sapling into its new world, ever changing. A strange reptilian creature covered in feathers walked by, followed by three featherless children. The smallest of the children walked to the sapling and sniffed it, then ran off with his other siblings. Peacefully they left the sapling and trees alone, off to continue their lives elsewhere. The sapling soon became a small tree, crowned with healthy, green leaves and dark brown bark. The shrubs had to look up to the small tree, amazed at how healthy it was and how fast it grew. Visitors to the forest never ate the small treeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s leaves, always going for other trees. As the centuries passed, the tree grew wise and tall. It grew taller than its parent, towering above all the trees of the forest. The tree loved to watch the stars and the moon, as they traveled across the sky. Plotting their paths over the years, it could always tell when the stars would appear and when they would vanish and the moonÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s cycles. It became the wisest of the trees, the keeper of a vast amount of knowledge leaned from the earth, wind, and sky. Yet, one night, the wise tree was worried about a bright object in the sky that it had never seen. A fell wind blew through the forest, filling the forest with a grip of dismay and worry. The object danced with the Earth and followed the moon. It grew closer to the planet every night, becoming larger in the sky. It came down to Earth several days after it first appeared, wreathed in flame. A terrible fear hammered at the minds of the trees, the strange object being the smith of the fear. The figure vanished over the horizon, and fear left the minds of the trees for a short time. Then there came a quake and a noise which could wake the eldest rocks located in the deepest caves of the Earth. The roots of the trees were filled with a terrible pain. The sky darkened rapidly, and soon after came fire; a fire which fell upon the Earth, killing and devouring trees. The wise tree was filled with total dismay. Its friends fell to the hungry flames and the devouring smoke choked him. Then it saw its parent fall to a fell rock which crashed into it. The old tree toppled, and then flames jumped from nearby trees, hungry for more wood and hungry for more destruction. The wise tree cried as its world was destroyed around it in one swift, fell night. Smoke covered the sky, blocking sunlight for him to bathe in. It slowly choked and cried, but it did not let go of the little life it had. It held it ever closely, fighting to live, fighting to survive the strange objectÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s hammer and furnace. So the many years passed as the tree was left in darkness. The wind carried the cries of many beasts as they starved and died. Around the wise tree a graveyard of all its friends laid, only ashes slowly being blown away by the wind and absorbed by the ground. Sunlight eventually broke through the thinning smoke. The wise tree welcomed the sunlight immensely, filled with happiness it thought it had forgotten. It was filled with energy it had also lost. Its slowly dieing leaves were revived and its appetite was quenched after many months of the sunlight. The wind carried upon it seeds from long distant places. Shrubs and saplings started to grow around the tree, and the wise tree welcomed them immensely. The wise tree helped them grow, teaching them many things it knew ever so well. With the treeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s help, the saplings of shrubs, trees, flowers, and all manner of other plants grew quickly, refilling the forest that was lost to the wise tree. The wise tree watched its forest grow with the windÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s help. Millions of years passed as it saw friends it knew so well die and new saplings appear throughout the forest. It knew the entire forest just like it knew the sky and it welcomed the new and mourned the dead. Wisest of all beings upon the Earth, it stayed peacefully in its home and kept on slowly growing without fail. A cold wind warned of fell weather coming. The wise tree knew so well of cold days and nights, from years past, and it grew wary of the windÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s news. Ice formed soon after the windÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s news, yet, it was not winter. Instead, it was summer, or at least the stars told the tree so, and they had never lied. The fell ice, in the same spirit as the strange object wreathed in flame, took its hammer and pounded upon the spirits of all. It killed the weak and strong and the young and old alike, without mercy. Instead of demons of flame, machines of ice killed and devoured the wise treeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s numerous friends. The wise tree mourned many fell years as the ice relentlessly murdered. The ice weakened, its blows became simply breathes and even those soon died out. Warmth, long lost but never forgotten, greeted the wise tree with beautiful laughter and joy. Grass and plants long covered, long frozen in time, awoke to the new world, and the wind carried with it life from other parts of the world to grow under the protection and wisdom of the wise tree. And so for many millennia the wise tree nurtured and told the saplings the tales it heard and stories of its life. Once more the wise tree was contempt with its life, happy to teach and nurture and make many friends it had. Forever it seemed it had been where it grew, living through hell upon Earth many times during its life. For nature blessed the tree, it seemed, and so the tree was left untouched by natureÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s wrath, left to help nature create. The wind came to the tree, carrying murmurs of unnatural creations with the power to level and destroy, and creatures which used these machines and made them and worked alongside them in the goal of destroying life. Dismayed the wind left the tree, as it worried about these strange machines, for no animal it had ever met tried to destroy life willingly and purposefully without need. Nor had the tree ever heard of animals which could create things that could move and destroy, either. A great noise was soon heard, and smoke filtered over the tree tops. The machines grew closer, killing the thousands of trees in their path. The trees fought to live, and so the machines had trouble and the machinesÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ caretakers and creators also had trouble. For years they slowly moved on, till they eventually came upon the old, wise tree. The machines spilled smoke out mouths and their caretakers were human. In awe they looked at the tree, but greed soon overpowered most of them. A few of the humans tried to stop them from harming the wise tree, but they were ignored and pushed aside. The wise tree only mourned the loss of the other trees, so deep in thought it didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t notice the humans or their machines. The night came and the humans left the tree. The tree saw the moon in its full beauty and was joyful, but the moon soon set and so the tree went back to mourning the dead trees. The humans came back, with more powerful machines then last time. They started attempting to kill the wise tree, but their attempts were futile for a long time. Stronger machines were built, more men came, more axes were created, and no mercy was felt. Some of the humans refused to hurt the tree, and so they were fired and insulted by their companions. In disgust they left, and the wise tree was left only with humans that cared not for anything but money. The wise tree became aware of the attempts to harm it when the first axe finally punctured its bark. It felt a tremendous amount of pain go through its bark and leaves, and so it noticed the humans. The humans kept on cutting at the tree, trying to fell it. Days passed swiftly, and soon weeks. The wise tree was in constant pain, and it cried, but the machines and people cared not for the treeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s own being. Axe after axe fell upon it and machines worked to kill the tree for wood, for money. For since the time that dinosaurs walked the Earth, and before the first humans appeared, the tree had lived. It lived through immense disasters that would fell humankind itself, yet never had it faced the greed and hunger of men. Far more deadly than the demons of fire and the machines of ice, they were doing their acts for no reason other than helping themselves. The tree was quite, and had stopped crying, when it felt the last swing of an axe upon its bark. The tree could feel the wind crying, and hugging the tree as it fell upon the ground. Slowly the forest faded from its memory, and everything it had learned slipped from the ability to be recalled. The tree watched the sky, for it was night, and saw the moon for the last time, and then the tree itself died. --- Hmm then.

Temple in the Meadow A wind blew through a green meadow, filled with white marble statues of angels and demons. Some of them were in an eternal dance for as long as they were left alone in meadow. Snowy roses blossomed at the feet of the angels, hugging the angelsÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ feet with their dewy touch. Bloody roses crawled on the demons, scaring them with their vile thorns. The grass moved gracefully as the wind came along. Dew stuck to the green grassÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ surface, appearing as tiny orbs of rainbows as the light of the sun hit them. The breeze soon came upon a temple made entirely of marble columns and a marble floor. Priests adorned with gold and silver ornaments spoke to their people. The people themselves were in rags and many were hungry, and worked, and sad. They lived lives of farmers, laborers then to come to Church, then to go home with their family and then to sleep, only to wake up and repeat their lives. A smaller, younger priest stood in the back, waiting to be called upon. Upon him was simply a robe adorned with a cross, of which was simply only sewed in with a light brown color. His clothes were somewhat dirty and upon him was no gold nor silver nor anything of great value. In his hands he carried a large Bible, its pages gilded and its cover made of gold with the word ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹ÃâBibleÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ adorned across its surface in silver. For a long time he waited, standing behind the older Priests, holding the Bible carefully, and staring at the clear blue sky. The eldest priest, which was talking to the people, called forth the younger one, calling him to bring the Bible he held in his hands, to hand it to him so he could recite prayers from it. The younger priest stepped forward and carried forth the Bible, but as he did so, a cold, fell wind blew from behind him, knocking him on the ground flatly. The Bible fell out of his hands and hit the ground. Its spine broke and its pages made a blizzard, blinding many of the people till the wind carried them off through the fields and to distant lands. The eldest priestsÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ eyes turned aflame and seemed to become the eyes of many things unholy. He spoke to the young priest, in a voice that needed no walls to echo. The eldest priest criticized the younger one with no mercy. His voice was filled with dislike and anger, an anger that could scare stone itself. For then the Priest summoned forth several men. They came from the four corners of the temple, walking forwards towards the eldest priest. In their hands were chains, on their belts whips, and on their minds were only obedience. No will ran through them, just like the common people attending sermon. The youngest priest did not move, nor did he wince like every other person. He responded to the eldest priest, instigating that he instead has committed no acts against God, saying that the Church itself, which was also the entire Government, was the one who had committed acts against the Bible and against God. All the people attending were stunned and filled with confusion at the youngest priestsÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ words. The eldest priest was filled with revulsion at the words of the young ones. He turned to face the people and told them that the younger priest was speaking the words of Satan, speaking unholy words and weaving lies and twisting truths beyond them being truthful any longer. Turning once more to the young priest, he declared that the young priest was committing treason and making vows with Satan and blasphemy. He told the guards to take the young priest away to long forgotten dungeons. The young priest was beaten into submission and taken away. Along the meadows he went, some of his young blood dropping upon the grass and flowers of the meadow. The angel statues cried, tears coming out of their marble eyes, ever slowly and unnoticeable to those who did not pay utmost attention. Smiles formed on the faces of the demons, also unnoticeable. The flowers drooped and the sky darkened as the day went on, and the sermon soon ended, and the people left to their simple lives under the rule of Church. They lived their controlled existence while the statues continued their eternal dance, while the minds of people were weaved in lies and peoplesÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ rights and freedoms were ever stripped from them and opposition was crushed by the will of the priests. --- It's a satire/criticism of theocracies and people using religion as a 'tool', i.e., for power or money.

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