please G-d don't kill yourself - SCP Foundation

We love you so much, Son of G-d. There is so much for you to live for. Please.

Yehoshua

The Christ

Logos

Son of G-d

Son of Yosef

Fully human

Fully divine

King of kings

And Lord of lords

Born from the Virgin Maryam

But made whole through communion with the Spirit

Through His baptism by Yohanan—

Stood with His arms outstretched

(as if bearing the Cross once again)

perched upon the edge of the

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in Palestine.

He stood

(alone)

upon the Palestine Trade Center

and looked down upon

the flaming holes that had been ruptured

by the burning coals produced

by artillery fire.

He was going to kill Himself.

He had wept bitterly

for many thousands

of years.

He had bore the punishment

of eternity — He alone

was in Hell; the reincarnation cycle of

Earth, trapped within the clawed grasp of His

Father's Demiurge; the dark impostor

had dominion over the soul of G-d,

His only Son, and Christ could not

return home

ever again

in order to bear the sins of humanity

for all eternity, or until Hell

(Samsara, the Earth, the physical realm of the Demiurge's creation)

was empty.

And He was tired of it, rightfully so.

For going as unloved as He did,

(Or feeling unloved as He did)

for so long, any man would conspire to take his own life.

So Christ looked down at the ground

And felt the wind brush back his long,

black, curly hair, tickling up the back

of his ears like the kisses of…

So Christ looked down at the ground

And felt the wind brush past Him

beneath His arms and jawline—

His jaw was clenched, His teeth pushing down on each other

threatening to snap.

There was no one left in the city

No one would witness the second death of G-d.

He was so alone, as He had always been.

Gethsemane had been destroyed

in the early waves of the invasion so

the ruins of the city would be the new garden.

Yes, in time the gardens would grow here again—

The cycle of death and rebirth in Samsara was

(Again)

endless, and so the souls

burnt here, the souls

that starved here, the souls

that were shot out there, the souls

that jumped off buildings to escape

the pain:

would regrow into flowers

in the springtime

sprouting out to face their Father

(the Sun)

and they would be pollinated

and spread their seed together through

the ground that was once

rendered infertile and lifeless,

for no life could be destroyed forever,

though a soul may escape this realm, indeed,

all souls will escape this realm, as G-d willed,

life was a precious and recyclable substance.

Death came from life;

And thus, life came from death.

Christ knew this and pondered what miraculous life

would be made from His death.

Perhaps, perhaps

when He was born again, He would not remember.

He prayed quietly:

(Father, please, just give me that.)

He

walked

on

air.