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2025 part of a story

 Chapter 1

Satin finish, shiny bright dress and high heels, he twirls in his mothers dress and we cringe. We think he is cute to portray his mom in this way. Years later we find out he is a cross dresser.

What the hell is that? She says. As his mother washes the dishes.

We tried to tell her but we couldn't.

He is serving the public, he protects and serves. He can't be some funny man. For god's sake I raised him better than that. His mom exclaims.

The yelling didn't stop for a week. Our brother became nothing more than a memory to our mother, she went to her grave with his sin on her.

Chapter 2

So many others have been burned at the cross lately. We must continue our pilgrimage. We must continue to cleanse the earth. We must clean this country from one end to the next. Then god will know how we truly have faith in his goodness.  Amen brothers and sisters. Do not fear death, for it will come to us all. We are the righteous, we are the clean. They will all perish under God's mighty hand. As the preacher waved his fist in the air. His face red from yelling.

The inner religious wars had begun. Earth had fallen under the weight of hate, prejudice and fear. A near deserted landscape, mostly a few violent clans still wandering. Each one claiming they were right, they were God's right hand.

They were, until the government felt to threatened, That was when they let the bombs out. And fire rained down on the world. Like fire breathing dragons who were hungry for battle and food.

We were all that remained. Struggling to survive in 2025.

written by: Derrick A Jasper February 19th, 2016

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