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Post by atlas on Mar 30, 2006 1:19:32 GMT -5
Atlas sat stairing blankly toward the front of the church. His Seat which he chose knowing nobody would notice him, was far to the back. The preacher started in on the Serman.
Our father, who art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name. They kingdome come Thy will be done. On earth As it is in heaven. Give us this day Our daily bread. And forgive us our trespases.
The preacher continued on but Atlas payed him no mind. He sat stairing board waiting for it to end. After all he was only here for the free wine.
Atlas: With Trauma coming up I am reminded of my favorite passege. It’s something I feel I can relate to.
He opened up a copy of the bible. Which droped a folded up magazine. He picks up the magazine and sets it next to him.
Atlas: Ahem…When I raise my flashing sword…..and my hand takes hold on judgment… I will take vengeance upon mine enemies. And I will repay those who haze me. O lord raise me to they right hand, and count me among thy Saints.
He closed the book and tossed it down to the ground. He then folded his hands into his lap and bent closer to the camera.
Atlas: Come Trauma I will lay you and your partner out on the mat. If you guys are lucky you’ll be ablt say you gave it your best when your bodies are being lifted into the ambulance. When mine and my good for nothing partners hands are raised for the victory, know that your punnishments have only began. (slight chuckles) We’ll I’ll see you reprobates at the show.
With that he reaches over and turns off the camera.
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