Part 1 of 4 鈥?How this all came to be鈥?br>
1.
Wednesday鈥檚 are notorious for being the slowest day of the week. Every tick of the clock seems to move backward, and watching it only makes those movements backwards a hell of a lot slower. And as those ticks clicked backwards, Johnny could feel his pulse and temperature rising ever so slightly. The back of his neck felt like sun burn after being slapped, and his blood pressure bumped and thumped like the blood was trying to break loose.
He鈥檇 look back at the clock, waiting, and waiting, and waiting for 3:15. 3:15 was the book of Revelation to him. It meant the day was over, at least for a couple more hours. It meant he could back home, relax, take a shower, masturbate, discuss the meaning of everything.
But 3:15 was still a ways a way. He yawned and positioned himself in as many awkward positions as time would allow. Any awkward position would keep him awake, but only for a moment. Soon his inner body would adjust, and start falling asleep again. He felt mechanical. Two sides of him were competing for attention. Neither one was really winning, except whoever was making the more rationale argument.
I could leave. Leave early, say I have a doctor鈥檚 appointment.
(You would miss the rest of the lecture)
I鈥檓 missing it anyway. I can barely stay awake.
(You鈥檙e parent鈥檚 aren鈥檛 paying for you to sleep)
Shut up.
(You鈥檝e got a child on the way)
Those words woke him up more than any awkward position was ever going to. It made him breath deep breaths and sweat big sweats. He wasn鈥檛 even sure who he was, and now he was going to have to direct someone else鈥檚 life.
It didn鈥檛 help that the professor was talking in somewhat hypnotic speech. Eerily soothing, and causing those eyelids to become perhaps a dozen times heavier than they already were. Johnny stuck it out. Just like he did every Wednesday.
2.
Across campus, Timothy was already deeply engrossed in another afternoon film. It was the second film he had watched today. This semester he cleared most of his schedule for watching movies. He got a job at the campus library checking in and out books. Occasionally, he鈥檇 push the rack all over the library placing books in their respective places. He mother ****** the Dewey Decimal System to high heaven, claiming their had to be an easy way to catalog books. He always assumed someone else could do it.
This afternoon鈥檚 selection was the 1948 Orson Welles version of Macbeth. Timothy was on a Shakespeare kick for the past two weeks. He鈥檇 brought home just about every version of Hamlet from the library last week. Bragnah and Zeffirelli and Olivier and Burton, not to mention the half dozen or so stage productions with names no one would ever recogonize. He said he saw something about himself in the character of Hamlet. Something about the madness, and the way Hamlet carried himself.
The library was the perfect place for him to work. The campus library housed nearly every film ever made. The rows and rows of cinema, past and present, screamed 鈥渨atch me.鈥?Timothy was just the person to do that.
3.
Concluding her fourth week teaching was Jocelyn. She was just finishing a lecture on neurons and how they worked.
鈥淩emember there is to be a test on Monday. This is going to be on. I鈥檓 going to ask you some tough stuff.鈥?Her voice was drowned out by the sound of zippers and notebooks closing. You wouldn鈥檛 think of a notebook closing, making any noise at all. But given the onslaught of three hundred notebooks, and it was a symphony of whooshes and wishes.
The semester was just getting started. She had settled in nicely, to the student teaching position. It curbed most of the cost of her graduate education. Her parents were happy about this. They weren鈥檛 so happy about the seven month unborn child she was carrying around. Unmarried. Still in school. Oh yes, her parents were plenty worried about that situation to even fully appreciate the tuition waiver for her graduate work.
She had refused to tell her parents who the father was. At least up until now. Her parent鈥檚 patience was running thin, and she soon would. But first she had some thing of her own to clear up. She was constantly pondering her graduate degree, wondering and wondering if any of it was worth it. She wondered if she only enrolled to quell the fact that this child was the end of her young life.
No condoms, how could I be so stupid.
She thought this constantly, and consistently. She felt like the girl in the sex ed video, who stayed home on Friday, when her friends went out, just so she could watch her baby.
Her friends, all of them, were so supportive, but their eyes fed her that thank-god鈥攖hat鈥檚-not-my-child look. She could feel their eyes move up and down her body, the same way a guy does to a girl he sees coming his way. But there eyes were not with with lust, or love, but complete relief.
No ******* condoms, you stupid piece of ****.
The last of the students headed out the door, just as she was gathering up her things. Just a lonely pregnant women in the middle of the auditorium, all alone. That鈥檚 how things for her had felt lately.
4.
鈥淭he ending is more pronounced because of the change that Ching Fong goes through.鈥?Johnny professors says, to a mostly interested class. Johnny鈥檚 arousal level is less than willing to continue. Who would have thought 18th century Japanese literature could be so boring? Johnny wondered if all literature was so boring. He even went as far to wonder if culture in general and everything about it was this boring. All the films, books, and paintings. Every poem, paragraph and page every written and typed, was it all bullshit.
鈥淲hat do you think, Johnny?鈥?his professor asked. He realized his wandering eyes, and heavy yawns had attracted the attention of his teacher.
鈥淯h, yeah.鈥?He answered. The class giggled in unison. He had no clue what the lecture was about, hadn鈥檛 even paid attention in the last week. Johnny wasn鈥檛 even entirely sure he was reading from the same book as everyone else.
鈥淢r. Walsh, part of your grade is participation. So I am asking for your opinion.鈥?The professor was dead serious, in your face. The class鈥?eyes were all on him, waiting for his opinion.
鈥淚鈥檓 going to be honest, I have no clue what you鈥檙e talking about.鈥?He answered. The laughs came back, but there were fewer this time around, like an inside joke that only a few are apart of.
鈥淟ooks like that will be an F for participation today, Mr. Walsh.鈥?The professor stared at him, half expecting a reply but continued right on with what he was talking about. Johnny wondered what this guy was like in middle or high school. Probably the kid who got quarters thrown at him in study hall.
Johnny laughed on the inside at the thought of flying George Washingtons hitting him on the head. His gazed returned to the outside, where the weather was becoming more and more brilliant by the moment.
The clouds were turning a light gray, not the kind that bring rain, but the kind that make Johnny feel complete. There was a slight breeze, he could discern from the swaying trees.
Some kids were playing soccer on the lawn. Kicking the black and white ball back and forth. It didn鈥檛 appear there were any defined goals. There didn鈥檛 need to be, the whole point was just to be outside. Some other kids were just sitting under trees text or fictional books sprawled across their laps, ingesting the whole sum of human knowledge.
Johnny鈥檚 deep blue eyes slightly watered at the thought that this was it. This room would be the end of him, and he knew it. His mood was in a downward spiral since the start of the summer. When she told him. When she told him, that within her, his seed had reached her egg, and together they were creating a child. She hadn鈥檛 quite put it like that, but he always preferred the most defined definition he could reach.
I gave it to her. I gave it to her too damn good.
(Better watch your mouth, round that newborn)
My parents swore around me, and look, I鈥檓 fine.
(Yeah you conceived a child that you have no clue how to care for)
He remembered an idea from Introductory Psych. Objective Self Awareness. Whenever the focus shifts inward, you enter this state of subject awareness. When your self and self image don鈥檛 align, it produces negative feelings. His teacher then suggested this is why we see so many IPODS and ZUNES. So people can drown out their own thoughts and remain focused outward.
Johnny sighed and succumbed himself to the last fifteen minutes of class. The outside was not much farther away.
5.
鈥淭his is terrible.鈥?Timothy said out loud to the walls and the carpet, and the stack of recently viewed movies on the floor. Among them such classics as the Campbell Scott version of Hamlet, the 1989 film When Harry Met Sally, and the fifth Star Trek film. The odd assortment of films was the way Timothy liked to watch them. He never liked to watch the same genre twice in a row. The past two weeks had been a rare exception to the rule. Consistency was key, as he examined the various productions of Hamlet.
Timothy was looking for the differences between each production. The smallest of details, such as camera or lighting, and he jotted them down in a notebook. With his copy of Hamlet to his side, Johnny would here him all the way down the hall. Quoting Shakespeare four hundred years after the Bard had suffered the deep dark plunge we all go to.
鈥淥h all you, host o heaven! O Earth! What else?鈥?Timothy would recite. It would seem the voice were coming from the walls, or that Johnny was schizophrenic. But no, not at all. It was the sounds of the Globe Theatre traveling through time, and space to America. To Pennsylvania. To Pittsburgh. It was being absorbed in the hearts of the young, being prepared for passage to another generation.
Timothy was not enjoying this version of Macbeth at all. Maybe it was the black and white of it all, but Timothy could not even stand to finish it. He turned it off and returned it to it鈥檚 proper case.
His afternoon was carefully planned to have enough time to watch this, then the Roman Polanski version, then study for the up and coming 鈥渆xam of the semester, quite possibly my life鈥?is what he was calling it. The change in plans gave him some extra free time. So he stared at the wall, working on the story waiting to be poured onto paper.
5.
Johnny quickly left the lecture hall, not wanting to be stopped by Professor Asshole on the way out. For the obvious and not so obvious reasons. The first of course being he was afraid he might actually slip and call him professor ASSHOLE! And the second being, he didn鈥檛 feel like getting the paying attention will help you do better lecture. Or the I鈥檓 not standing up here for my health lecture. He鈥檇 heard them before, or some version of them. He had pretty much been uninterested in anything but philosophy since he took his first class all those years ago.
The ideas and thoughts and logic of the past four thousand years was constantly bouncing around in his mind, and his pure undivided attention was constantly on that. Pondering and wondering. Thinking and reasoning.
6.
Timothy had a notebook where he kept pictures and comments. Little shreds and bits of information that he eventually thought would help him in the screenwriting process. His whole view of Planet Earth changed when he would doodle away at the notebook. The cries for help from Africa, the depleting ozone layer, the pollution and over population, the whole world just went away.
His friends, mostly Johnny, often wondered if there was a screw or two loose. Something just never made sense with Timothy. In all actuality, that is just the way he presented himself. One step behind the rest.
He scrawled a few shapes and figures into the notebook. Hoping that some ultimately amazing wonderful tidbit of dialogue would come pouring outward onto the paper. Some great quote that college kids, and adults alike would continue saying for years afterwards. Something inspirational, and spine tingling.
His getting longer by the day black hair was at his eyes right now. He loved the way it blew in the wind, even if everyone he knows did not. He was slightly chubby, but nothing a doctor would recommend a safer diet over.
Most of the clothes he wears are two sizes too big, and he only shaves when he absolutely has to. Yet he cannot grow a full beard at this point. More like sporadic spots of hairs. A 鈥渃hin strap鈥?is what some up tight sorority girl had called it last semester.
His school nurse, and his eye doctor all decided he should wear corrective lenses. He never does, except when he鈥檚 behind the wheel of a car. The glasses he has now are the same ones he got in junior high.
He writes in his notebook: The fate of your life is directly affected by the fate of those around you.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 the worst quote in the history of quoting.鈥?He says to himself. He ponders lighting up the old bubbler. Let rip a few quick hits of the wacky tobaccy before he sails off to watch the other version of Macbeth.
He draws a man drowning at sea with a bubble above it screaming help. Next to that he draws a big boat and writes TITANTIC along the side. The guy in the tower has a bubble now too. It says 鈥渟orry pal, can鈥檛 stop for nothing.鈥?br> He laughs to himself and closes the notebook. Another day at the office he assures himself.
7.
Jocelyn is walking down the aisle of the auditorium, the weight of her bag to her side. If someone was observing her from the backside, they would think she was having a seizure the way she was walking. She could truly care less though.
Abortion was an idea that she hadn鈥檛 really thought about at all. She remembered in the weeks after she told Johnny she was pregnant, she could see it in his eyes. Those eyes that were begging for an abortion chit chat. It seemed to her that he was just waiting for her to bring it up.She had wanted to talk about it, but every time she saw that he was eager and willing to get rid of this child, it angered her, and made her want it that much more. And now, she insisted it was too late.
She remembered when she was an undergrad, and walking along Forbes Ave, some old lady was holding a great big poster, depicting an abortion at twenty-three weeks. The picture was disturbing but effective in one aspect. She stopped and yelled at the old woman, declaring it was a women鈥檚 right to choose. She even attended a march for Female鈥檚 Rights a few years back. She had always argued in favor of it, but now, when it was her child, she couldn鈥檛 help but cradle her belly and imagine the life she planned to give her child. Whether or not Johnny was going to be apart of it, was debatable.
8.
In the last ten minutes of each hour, the hallways filled up with students from every area of the globe.
Johnny had come from a suburban white man鈥檚 paradise. Coming to Pitt was the biggest culture shock he had ever received. A lifetime of one type of person, and suddenly inserted into the throbbing heart of the idea of America. He had savored every moment, unlearning everything K through 12 taught him.
Public Education, he declared in an essay, was flawed. It was one dimensional. He considered the pledge of Allegiance. Writing about the pledge, he realized he couldn鈥檛 even remember it.
We spend thirteen years, reciting the Pledge daily, to leave it behind once we leave high school.
He had not said it once since then. And it was a system of control. Implemented by men in suits far away trying to curb individualism. Or so he had wrote.
鈥淗ey.鈥?A voice called from behind him. It was Justine. He turned to see her smiling and eager to talk.
鈥淗iya.鈥?He replied, smiling. Justine was a nice break from the going to be a father routine.
鈥淏oring class.鈥?She said, slugging her book bag over her shoulder.
鈥淚s it ever exciting?鈥?he questioned.
鈥淵ou damn philosophers, always asking questions but never coming up with any real answers.鈥?She laughed. Johnny leaned in real close to her, almost directly next to her ear.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 what makes us so attractive.鈥?He laughed, and so did she. It was a I-Want-You laugh. But both of them knew the reality of Johnny鈥檚 situation. Both of them knew that on it鈥檚 way was a boy or girl, and for the next eighteen years or so, Johnny would be busy cradling, raising, and sending off to college a child.
鈥淵ou wanna go get a cup of coffee?鈥?She asked. He shook his head. He wondered what they were brewing down at the French Press.
鈥淎lright, but I insist on you buying.鈥?He laughed again and they took to the steps.
Johnny this is masturbation.
(Dude)
Well, you鈥檙e a child, and this is the big boy鈥檚 menu.
(Touche)
8.
Jocelyn stopped to talk to one of her students waiting outside the auditorium. Her name was Tammy, and she nearly waited everyday outside the door. Tammy always asked the most interesting questions about psychology. She seemed generally interested in it, and Jocelyn assumed this girl would eventually declare psych as a major.
She just hated the idea of her waiting till after class to ask the question. Tammy was obviously shy. But the questions she was asking were ones the whole class could benefit from.
鈥淢s. Everett, hey, how are you.鈥?Tammy said. She was still holding her notebook, and glancing at it as she walked up.
鈥淚鈥檓 pregnant.鈥?She replied, solemnly. She hoped the question would be simple. She wanted to go lie down and eat a half pint of ice cream.
鈥淥h, really, I hadn鈥檛 noticed.鈥?Tammy smile, nervously. 鈥淎nyway, I just have a quick question.鈥?br> 鈥淐oncerning neurons?鈥?
鈥淯mmm, not quite. I was looking through your page on the school鈥檚 website.鈥?She started. Jocelyn felt suddenly violated.
You looked at my website, for what?
鈥淚 saw that you were a part of a undergraduate research project.鈥?
Christ, this is going to take forever.
鈥淎nd I was curious how one gets involved in such things.鈥?She was just a curious student, curious like she was when she started school. Interested in how the great big gray matter could produce feelings of love, hate, and complete and utter dissatisfaction with life.
鈥淭ammy, I have to head to a OB appointment. Can you stop by my office tomorrow around 11. I鈥檒l give you all the details, and introduce you to the researcher involved in that.鈥?br> 鈥淥h, yeah, sure.鈥?She laughed, but it was filled with anxiety, and embarrassment. Jocelyn didn鈥檛 really have an appointment, at least not today. But she was exhausted, lugging her bag of education all around campus. She never envisioned doing this while pregnant.
She suddenly was jealous of her friends from high school. They were either engaged or married to men who were going to take care of them for the rest of their lives. Till death or divorce do them part.
鈥淚鈥檒l see you tomorrow then.鈥?Tammy hurried off. Jocelyn watched as she walked away and headed out the door. Was Tammy so much different then her three years ago? She wondered if she had just shattered a girl鈥檚 dreams of making a difference. She always said the biggest problem with the youth was no one wanted to make a difference. Perhaps it was because there were so many problems that the aspect of making a difference was such a loaded issue. Global warming, overpopulation, health care, mental health. There were more problems than solutions associated with those.
And now it was her generation鈥檚 responsibility to correct all this. The past fifty years of American Hedonism and unilaterialism had pretty much destroyed any prospect of America in the future. And now, when her generation failed there would be nothing but cynicism towards her.
She imagined her child, starving to death, or dying of an uninsured illness saying 鈥淭hanks a lot, Mom. Thanks for letting me die.鈥?br> She felt like crying. And maybe as she was watching t.v. and eating Ben and Jerry鈥檚 she would. She would let a small river, or creek of tears stream down her face and try and be optimistic.
9.
Timothy burnt his thumb lighting up his bubbler. He usually did, especially when trying to take a big hit. Smoke billowed up from the marijuana, and he held in the lung-full hit he had taken.
He could feel it lingering in his lungs.
A little longer.
He could see the gray color sinking into his lungs, and the smaller molecules journeying to his brain. He could see the smaller molecules binding to his neurons, and completely ******* him up. Joceyln had explained it all to him one time. One day when the two of them were stoned, she told him exactly what happened upstairs.
He always liked getting stoned with Jocelyn, but she hadn鈥檛 smoked in a long, long time. Ever since she decided she wanted to be a doctor. But only lately had she become the uptight chick she was.
At this point, he just felt bad for Johnny. He could see the way Johnny looked at her and knew his friend didn鈥檛 want that. But the two of them were far past breaking up at this point.
Even if they wanted to, they had been brought up to respect the idea of the American family. Raised in a house with a mom and dad. The sad part was that neither of them were completely sure of it.
Johnny had never said anything, but it was the way he acted around her, or didn鈥檛 act around her. He did not respond to her like he used to. It used to be she said jump, and he was in the air. But now, it seemed it was all Jocelyn could do to keep him around.
He remembered one night he鈥檇 come home from class, and there was a note one the table saying he was going away for a little bit, to clear his head. Johnny had just up and left. But he was back by the next day. When Timothy asked him what was wrong, he just said he was stressed and left it at that.
Another big hit, and he could feel the drug kick in. Everything became heavy and light. It felt like his conscious was trying to keep up with reality.
Just started this story, rough, rough draft, looking for opinions?
Didn't have time to read the whole thing, but what I read was excellently written.
I don't even believe in "The Bible", but it seemed wierd that it was referenced in a way that lead to masturbation..
Good literary usage..the masturbation just takes a little away from it, in my opinion. Also..not everyone does believe in "The Bible"; those who don't know the story might not understand the literary usage...even though it's not a bad one.
EDIT:
In my opinion...forget about "the wider audience" and keep the "x-rated words". If the story the words are used in, is good, which it seems to be, you'll find an audience. Write the story in whatever way you relate to it best.
I forget who the quote is from, but..
"The only writers who write about all people and times, are those who write about thier people and time."
...something like that.. I'm not looking it up now, but I think you're smart enough to get the point. Stay true to yourself, and you'll have an audience.
I'll read it, at least.
Good work, I'll have to finish it later.
Just started this story, rough, rough draft, looking for opinions?
Excellent so far... but cut out the X-rated words and keep your attention to the larger audience.
Terry Brooks is a master at keeping his books readable by all. I feel you have the flare for writing and holding your audience in words alone and the x-rated words you did use seemed to be out of context for your writing abilities
Keep us the good work
Nesssssst
Just started this story, rough, rough draft, looking for opinions?
Some words, need to be changed, I don't believe in the bible but it is excellently written.
Just started this story, rough, rough draft, looking for opinions?
Yes well not every prophecy is in Revelations. First the Rapture shall occur and the true followers of Jesus shall meet in heaven too receive their crowns for their Christian services. The Antichrist aka abomination that makes desolation. The 7 year tribulation shall commence once Israel signs a peace treaty for 7 years. Once that happens the judgments shall commence. The first is the seven seals of the scroll opened by Jesus. By order of the treaty of the Antichrist the Jews are now allowed to build their Temple. During this time because God has such bountiful grace and mercy he dispatched 144,000 Jewish evangelicals out of the 12 tribes of Israel 12,000 each Tribe to proclaim the gospel AND MANY shall be saved. God shall also dispatch the 2 witnesses to preach their testimony for 1,260 or 3 陆 years, these witnesses are indestructible during this time they will command fire to come from the sky as well as shut the sky to inhibit rain from falling and execute as many plagues and torments as often as they wish. Some speculate that it shall be Moses and Elijah, we know it shall be Elijah as written in Malachi 4:5. Then the seven trumpets of Judgment shall commence which are worse than the 7 seal of the scroll. During this time while Israel is in their false sense of Security Rogue nations that harbor hatred towards them shall do a sneak attack on them this is prophesied in Ezekiel Chapter 38 and 39 know as the Prophecy Against Gog. It is when Russia, Ethiopia, Libya, Iran, Turkey and other nations try to wipe Israel of the map but to no avail for God obliterates them in his wrath and hot anger. During the first half of tribulations the false world religion controls everything even the Beast of the Sea. Also some of the Jews heeding the warning of the Jewish Evangelicals shall be suspicious and disillusioned by the antichrist (world Leader) and flee to the ancient Ruins of Petra/Bozrah there they shall be supernaturally protected by God. While the raptured followers of Jesus are given their crown they are pestered by the Devil accusing them they are not worthy to be saved but his accusation (Satan) are in Vain. God having enough of his dribble and comments from the peanut gallery expels Satan out of the atmospheric heaven. When the midpoint of the tribulation comes about the antichrist shall slay the two witnesses and the whole world is so morally bankrupt that they shall rejoice over their death and even give gifts to each other. After 3 陆 days they shall come back to life and a voice from heaven shall say 鈥渃ome鈥?and a cloud ascend them both to heaven while their enemies look below a tenth of Jerusalem is destroyed by an earthquake and 7,000 people are killed via earthquake worldwide. Then the antichrist shall sit himself on the throne and proclaim himself to be 鈥済od鈥?and demand worship. The beast out of the Earth (False Prophet) shall make sure everyone accepts the mark of the beast failure to accept it means you cannot buy or sell and you shall be beheaded. This will separate the true Christians from the pseudo-Christians. During this time God in his mercy shall do something that has never been done before!!! He shall dispatch 3 powerful angels in the guise of humans to preach the everlasting gospel. They will adamantly stress and warn that those who accept the mark of the beast shall partake the winepress of God鈥檚 wrath. This means accepting the mark of the beast is THE UNFORGIVABLE SIN!!!!!!!! Once the Antichrist sit on the throne and declares himself as 鈥済od鈥?then the wrath of Sovereign Lord will reach its zenith and his boiling anger shall commence the 7 bowls of his wrath which is worse than the seven seals of the scroll and the 7 trumpets of Judgment. Babylon shall be rebuilt and all commerce shall be transferred to there as in total opposition of God. Babylon is finally destroyed. The heavens rejoiced at its destruction. Jerusalem shall be taken over and then the nations meet at the valley of Megiddo or known as Armageddon. After Israel recognized its national sin the rejection of Jesus they pray for 2 days and the Lord hears their prayers and Jesus comes back by landing his feat on the Mount of Olives Zechariah 14:3-5. Jesus shall defeat the antichrist and his forces by uttering the word of God and for 1,600 stadias or 2,000 miles up to the horses鈥?bridle the whole valley of Megiddo shall be a sea of blood thus written in the book of Isaiah 63:1-6. Everyone but the antichrist and false prophet have been turned into fodder by Jesus. The antichrist and false prophet are thrown into the lake of fire tormented day and night. Blessed are those who make it to 1,335 gays what does that mean Daniel 12:11-12. It means that a saved Christian or Jew that accepted Jesus as their savior are invited to the millennium. From the period of the abomination that makes (midpoint of the tribulations) desolation of the temple to the end of that shall be 1,260 days plus 45 days to purify the Earth from the grievous damage and filth and plus 75 days to judge the nations treatment towards Israel the parting of the sheep and goats the sheep are allowed to enter the millennial kingdom governed by Jesus that equals 1,335 days!! This is the kingdom that was in Daniel 2:44-45 that is the millennial kingdom!! At this time Satan shall be bound in the bottomless pit so he may not tempt for the next 1,000 years. Creation shall be radically changed as the Adamic curse shall be partially lifted there shall be new healthy bodies at that time disease is no more. People can live for 1,000 years!! Nature shall be transformed and wild animals shall be tamed and we all shall be pretty much vegetarians as written in the book Isaiah 65:17-25 However great that is people are still going to rebel as written in Isaiah 65:20 !! Even under utopia conditions via Jesus people shall go against Jesus. Satan shall be released and the rebels will be destroyed by fire from God. Those who are at the Great white Throne are not saved and are not written in The book of life they are thrown in the lake of fire forever and the ones who are saved are in bliss with God and Jesus in the new heaven and Earth. Praise the Lord Jesus!!
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