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Diluvium, Part IIIBelladonna Crescent was a crescent. It comprised a semicircle of ten complexes each complex had ten buildings; each building, ten units; each unit, ten floors; each floor, nine apartments. That an engineer should have a ground-floor apartment suggested that Damien was not a stranger to blackmail.
When Charles found the address from the business card and knocked on the door, the first sound he heard in reply was a prolonged scraping of metal coming from within. After half a minute the door was finally unlatched and opened, revealing that Damien had somehow installed a second door a blast door behind it.
"Took you long enough. Retirement was starting to get boring," said Damien with strained good humour. There were circles under his eyes.
In spite of its prime location and peculiar retrofit, Damien's apartment was smaller than Charles's. It radiated a sense of disarray without containing any sub
Diluvium, Part IICharles sat cross-legged on his bed and murmured to himself, "Yesterday was a bad day."
Today might have been a good day. For all Charles knew, today could still be a good day. It certainly could have been a worse day. If the sun had only risen in hopes of casting its diffuse rays on a changed world, this world wasn't doing much to give it the satisfaction. Charles had not awoken in the middle of a blizzard or choking on poisoned air; outside, the birds still sang and the busses still ran. That Damien fellow, Charles thought, distracting himself from his meditation, was clearly being overdramatic.
"Yup, a bad day," he said with some force, attempting to regain his focus.
Charles's particular brand of spirituality did not fit the profile of any established religion so well as it did a profile of paranoia. He very well may have been diagnosed with schizophrenia if he had ever visited a psychiatrist who
Diluvium, Part IIt was no coincidence that Damien thought Charles Oldenburg was Death the first time they met.
The evening was aperiodic and ominous. The maroon sky was strangely choosy as it aperiodically spat on those below; a landing suborbital plane cut an unnatural swath through the sanguine glow, revealing the aperiodic sparkle of yellow stars beyond. Several blocks away, dance clubs churned out an aperiodic and madly popular beat, which apart from the tempo was indistinguishable from the aperiodic ebb and flow of activity in the alley where Damien stood. The alley was at this moment deserted, but for one other man.
It was no coincidence that Damien thought Charles Oldenburg was Death the first time they met. This was in part because Damien had long since stopped questioning the impossible. In an age gone by, he was told, rational consideration of nature's rules had dispelled superstition. But in an age when humans made the rules?
Transfusion and DiffusionOh printer-paper standard hoist -
My fibrillating EKG -
For I am only moribund,
A king among the dead I see.
I'll pull your line out from my vein
And strain to drink from the IV;
I'm sorry I can't mourn your death,
Your blood is wine to me.
To an imaginary friendCan I call it pity I feel with you in my arms?
Now, for all the years I put you through
Mute and pitying me
For every puddle
I judged it unwise
To jump in.
NebuchadnezzarThe Chastening of Nebuchadnezzar
Play this one straight, for it's a dirge
You need not try to break my heart
The composition's without art
Let us whelm in lunatic wail
The composition without form
But wretched son with wild eyes
What might from upon him was shorn?
None, nor has he known my chair
Loveless, he sat not on that wreck
Seared not by power in his haze
The honest chorus scorns the thing
I begged to scrape gold from my neck
So cry the way is rendered clear
Chisel and hammer without cease
Embossed upon the wild land
On throne and heart in sunk relief
To Du FuTo Du Fu, Whom I Have Yet To Meet
I only wish to scale this dust-wall
And swim across the mud-mired streets
To find you by a cloud-wreathed mountain
Where you've remained as still as stone.
I will not come as if I were another
Hearing your peaceful reply to my query
And thinking you must be deaf to the tumult
That an old man speaks only of lost times
As if water could cease to quench fire
Or a chariot make war with its horse.
In the company of others, do not waver
And when alone do not weep
To all generations your heart has shone
No less like summer's noonday sun
Than like the shade of violet painted upon
The faintest wisps of twilight.
On every day that you sat and wrote
Ten thousand ancestors knew your honour
Now every day the sun is revealed
Ten thousand children honour you.
Jacob Marley"The richest man in the graveyard," they jeered
Taunting me with a painful untruth, you see
I ranked only seventh in that field, just among the men
Truly, truly, my lowest point, all those years ago
But now take a look at what I've made of myself!
I just, I -
Yes, of course, I won't keep you
I have a four o'clock myself
I just wanted to ask -
Before, you know,
When the people would say,
"You can't take it with you "
Yes, those people
You know what I'm talking about
But do you ever find yourself wondering,
Wishing, maybe, now and then
That they had been right?
A Screwtape Salvation SongI credit you your toil and struggle
Endure, feel the joy - (Do you feel joy? I think you do.)
And rest now assured your words have saved you
So in joy hear the songs of the others, sing
To Me the songs the others sing of praise
For the peace and the miracles they have seen
And you have not. Bow before Me and My holy caprice!
(Oh mysterious ways, those mysterious ways.)
Bow right now, it's the chorus!
Jesus Jesus Jesus
Jesus Jesus Jesus
I am He!
(An amen, please?)
And why am I so silent? Why
Are your sick not healed? Can't you see
Those I've raised up to judge you
To guide you to that straight-and-narrow path,
How they look at you?
Have you no shame? Jesus wept!
Jesus wept that I should have to see
The depth of thy iniquity;
God turned His head,
God turned His head from thee.
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