“What do you want me to do… repent or something?”
Jeremy:
“Yeah, right.”
“It’s the truth,” Benny said, holding up his hands to दिखाना that his fingers weren’t crossed.
“Whatever आप say, man.”
Benny thought for a moment. He had just let Jeremy Greene, a twenty-one-year-old mechanic on his way to visit his girlfriend, in on the fact that he was God.
“Okay, don’t believe me, that’s fine. I’m used to it, really,” Benny कहा with a laugh. “But, humour me.”
Jeremy huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “What do आप want me to do… repent या something?”
“That would be great,” Benny कहा with an expectant smile. It occurred to Jeremy that Benny hadn’t realized he was being sarcastic.
He stared at Benny, his eyes narrowed. “You’re insane. Do आप know that? आप are an insane man on a bus. Not God.”
“Hey, God has to get around somehow.”
“Can’t God fly?”
“I’m not Superman.”
“You’re not God, either.”
The two sat together for a while, not saying anything. Benny wanted to give Jeremy a मिनट to cool off. He knew that Jeremy had a bad temper and didn’t want to upset him so much that he just walked away. या hit him.
“You know,” Benny said, casually, “I don’t really expect आप to repent right away. Admitting things is the first step.”
“What did आप say?”
“What? Admitting things? Yeah, it’s the first step. आप know that, right?”
Jeremy swallowed, hard.
“Don’t आप know that step?”
“Buddy, I know all the steps.”
Benny nodded, slowly. “You can kick it, आप know.”
“Kick what?”
“Your dirty little secret, your bad habit.”
Jeremy furrowed his brow. “Excuse me?”
“Drinking,” Benny explained.
“I don’t drink.”
“Sure आप do. How else would आप know I was talking about the Alcoholics Anonymous twelve steps?”
“Lots of people know those.”
“Especially alcoholics.”
Jeremy quickly looked out the window.
Good, Benny thought, a reality check never hurt.
“You don’t have to be God to know that stuff. आप could have seen me या something,” he said, still looking out the window.
“I guess your right. But then again…” Benny said, drawing out his syllables irritatingly, “maybe you’re not.”
Jeremy didn’t say anything.
“You know what the सेकंड step is?” Benny asked.
“Yeah, uh… something about… power?”
“It’s coming to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity,” Benny quoted.
“So what?”
Benny flashed him a big, toothy grin. “Meet the Power greater then yourself.”
When hate is in your heart
Don’t be afraid to tear yourself apart
Through your demonic fear
Until आप hear
The एंन्जल्स sing
Thy blessing
When आप hear heaven’s
Yell आप wonder if the seven
Of sins were committed
It was आप who committed them
And आप wil burn for sin
आप are consumed द्वारा wretched flames
And through everyones aims
आप are never hit
Nor bit
द्वारा the आग consuming you
Screams from hell
Sound like ringing from a bell
Things of silence
Are really screams
People of benevolence
Have bright beams
Of hope and light
आप are consumed द्वारा wretched flames
And through everyones aims
आप are never hit
Nor bit
द्वारा the आग consuming you
We are listening
We aren’t missing
We know what lies within
So raise your chin
Look at the world with your pessimistic gleam
And seem
All so picture perfect
Don’t be afraid to tear yourself apart
Through your demonic fear
Until आप hear
The एंन्जल्स sing
Thy blessing
When आप hear heaven’s
Yell आप wonder if the seven
Of sins were committed
It was आप who committed them
And आप wil burn for sin
आप are consumed द्वारा wretched flames
And through everyones aims
आप are never hit
Nor bit
द्वारा the आग consuming you
Screams from hell
Sound like ringing from a bell
Things of silence
Are really screams
People of benevolence
Have bright beams
Of hope and light
आप are consumed द्वारा wretched flames
And through everyones aims
आप are never hit
Nor bit
द्वारा the आग consuming you
We are listening
We aren’t missing
We know what lies within
So raise your chin
Look at the world with your pessimistic gleam
And seem
All so picture perfect
How are the winners determined from the losers? Easy. Whoever gave in first.
And if no one gives in?
Giving in is often easier. But not the desirable choice.
Taylor tapped the glass coated floor. The tiny black droplet that bloomed on her forefinger fell with a soft plink on a त्रिकोण, त्रिभुज of glass below.
Taylor cautiously lifted the shard to the light. There it was. A small stain, barely the size of a pinhead, darkening the glass.
That's all I am. Just a flaw on an otherwise clear surface.
Just a flaw. A mistake that was never meant to be.
"I'm leaving," Taylor muttered to herself, getting back to her feet. She strode towards the corner, vanishing just as soon as the shadow fell over to embrace her slight form.
She closed her eyes and felt the end of her plait, fumbling with it until wove free.
She knew where she was going, if only this once.
But when she got there? She hadn't thought that far.
And if no one gives in?
Giving in is often easier. But not the desirable choice.
Taylor tapped the glass coated floor. The tiny black droplet that bloomed on her forefinger fell with a soft plink on a त्रिकोण, त्रिभुज of glass below.
Taylor cautiously lifted the shard to the light. There it was. A small stain, barely the size of a pinhead, darkening the glass.
That's all I am. Just a flaw on an otherwise clear surface.
Just a flaw. A mistake that was never meant to be.
"I'm leaving," Taylor muttered to herself, getting back to her feet. She strode towards the corner, vanishing just as soon as the shadow fell over to embrace her slight form.
She closed her eyes and felt the end of her plait, fumbling with it until wove free.
She knew where she was going, if only this once.
But when she got there? She hadn't thought that far.
Blood Bound plot. No it is not cute, it’s not simple; it’s pessimist and frightful. The story is suggestive of Rosemary’s Baby, which does not seem accidental.
It is 2019, and we’re still exploring age-old subjects like Wicca, human sacrifice and sects. Somehow, those subgenres stand the test of time. Horror stories built around pregnancy never get old either, for obvious reasons. As saturated as these themes may be, in horror cinema these days, Blood Bound manages to impress and surprise. It’s its own thing.
I felt them start to build up
As soon as I saw him
I put on a happy face for my mom
Because she doesn’t know
That he broke my heart
She didn’t know that I balled my eyes out
She hasn’t realized that I’ve withdrawn
He says he wants us to be friends
I could barely hold them back
He asked if I understood
And I do
But that doesn’t stop the pain and anger
I blink back the tears
And realize that I was starting to put a shield up
My shield of anger
I feel the tears
As I pray
That God will help me this time
So I don’t isolate myself again
And don’t lose myself
Tears……
They come and I can’t stop them
I hate them
They are a weakness
and I can’t stop them
As soon as I saw him
I put on a happy face for my mom
Because she doesn’t know
That he broke my heart
She didn’t know that I balled my eyes out
She hasn’t realized that I’ve withdrawn
He says he wants us to be friends
I could barely hold them back
He asked if I understood
And I do
But that doesn’t stop the pain and anger
I blink back the tears
And realize that I was starting to put a shield up
My shield of anger
I feel the tears
As I pray
That God will help me this time
So I don’t isolate myself again
And don’t lose myself
Tears……
They come and I can’t stop them
I hate them
They are a weakness
and I can’t stop them
