Your B.S.ing me right? Cmon. It’s not funny. Yeah right. Tell me another one, pllllfffff. Don’t give me that. No way. That will be the day. Your being silly. Your cracking me up. Your pulling my leg. Your joking right? Quit playing. Man, that’s side splitting! Quit pulling my leg! Quit teasing me…….
Suddenly the look on Timmy’s face looks more and more serious. Wait. Tell me you didn’t, mom laughs, as Timmy falls to his knees and says this isn’t a joke. I have the mark of the beast and rolls up his sleeve to show a bandage where he had satans sperm inserted into his soul and lays on the ground shaking.
Still thinking it was like that fake tattoo Timmy got years ago, mom say’s that’s enough and says get ready for dinner. Leaving the room she finishes preparing the meal and setting table. Timmy! Timmy! Dinner served. Now where is that boy? Going to his bedroom he is laying on the floor dead of a heart attack…………
For years and years Mom tried to show Jesus as the way, truth, and life to her son. He always was rebelling and followed the crowds verses seeking God and always said one day maybe Ma. Now it’s to late…………
Timmy chose his destiny. A forever destiny. A place where those that choose man and Government over God will suffer forever……
