The Hawk and the Serpent Part 2

1 Lilith Part 2

The heat was licking the pavement, he stepped over a dead body, looked like a 9 year old girl who was rotting out in the sun, some dogs had eaten off half her face and both her arms.

He had learned to repress thoughts when he saw this. But his blood pressure was having an unusual rise, the crucifix around his neck was getting warm, he had to control his thoughts and feelings or he would be in trouble.

A drone hovered over the dead body, it’s loud speaker blasting its creaky voice:

“Deuteronomy 17 If there be found among you, within any of thy gates which the LORD thy God giveth thee, man or woman, that hath wrought wickedness in the sight of the LORD thy God, in transgressing his covenant; 17:3 And hath gone and served other gods, and worshipped them, either the sun, or moon, or any of the host of heaven, which I have not commanded; 17:4 And it be told thee, and thou hast heard of it, and enquired diligently, and, behold, it be true, and the thing certain, that such abomination is wrought in Israel; 17:5 Then shalt thou bring forth that man or that woman, which have committed that wicked thing, unto thy gates, even that man or that woman, and shalt stone them with stones, till they die.”

An old man stared numbly, muttering “We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.”

A thought that was a bible verse was never flagged, all thoughts and words were first matched against a database of bible verse.

Most people had learned to translate their thoughts through the verses of the Bible, a person whose profile was flag free lived a long life, a person who collected flags would revive a profile judgement, the labor of the Farms, or worse.

The horror was an impulse but good and Godly men were taught to repress their horror to denounce the sinner on sight, but it didn’t come naturally to most it took much training from childhood.

A mother who loved her children had to be hard, a soft mother was a childless mother.

His mother had taught him, the first time he’d seen a corpse of a sinner rotting in the street he was only 3 years old, the overwhelming horror still haunted his dreams. His fear of the Farms but the thoughts out of his head during the day, but at night while the crucifix charged itself he saw the dead man in his dreams, one eye hanging out, the other one eaten, brains splattered across the pavement and the word “sinner” scrawled crudely with chalk across his chest.

As he screamed and cried she slapped him and shouted sinner, sinner. She kept slapping him until he shouted along with her.

The man wasn’t dead even though half his face was torn off and half his brains were splattered across the pavement he cried out with a coherent voice.

“What did it say, what did the bible say, Do not judge, or you too will be judged”, his words are cut stopped dead by a large brick smashed into what was left of his skull.

An old man stepped forward and spat on the spasming corpse, he screamed at the dying man,

“An angel of the Lord struck him because he did not give God the glory, and he was eaten by worms and died.”

His neighbor often looked longingly at the property next door, a Godly man who turned in a sinner was able to inherit the property and the children taken to the Farm or in service of the Church.

Unfortunately for him, his neighbor was a Pastor, now the Pastor had taken every adjacent property ready to build himself a huge new mansion.

The wife of a sinner could be marked and used for the comfort of the Military those who protect the Church from the hoards of the sinners abroad.

Mark saw a woman being dragged away by police, screaming he couldn’t understand what she was saying. He sighed to himself,

“Must not be late to work. They crucified two robbers with Him, one on His right and one on His left.”

Too many thoughts, memories he could hardly control anymore.

Many of them had died in the emergencies but the stories of the sinners from foreign lands were kept alive in the sermons of the Pastors.

It was getting late, the Sun was rising hot, Mark could feel his hat and heavy woolens heating up with the Sun, needed to get to work before he passed out.

It was always ok to feel fear and pain. He could feel his crucifix cool upon his chest, no sound, he was ok.

The vision was ugly but things had been getting very ugly lately, he had to keep any original thoughts out of his mind unless they were related to the work at hand.

“Whoever sheds man’s blood, his blood will be shed by man, for God made man in His image.”

The buckles on his shoes tinkled as he stepped hard across the pavement, finally waved his crucifix at the door and it opened, he had badged in, despite the random death he was still on time.

He couldn’t think or feel when he was awake, only fear was acceptable fear, kept the system at bay, no flags, you fear God, the Church and the System.

He didn’t know his father, mother said he had died during the emergencies, maybe he had, but Mark was nagged by this feeling he was still alive.

His waking mind was silent but when he slept he thought he saw a man, a Pastor, he thought a lot when he slept, the only place he could think.

Laying on a puffy cloud soaring over the sour land, his mother had come and told him how her parents had refused to convert, how she cared nothing for religion theirs or the one being imposed on her by force.

But she never spoke of his father. Once he had asked her when she came to him, she grew dark and terrifying, her fingers grew in sharp claws, drool dripped from her sharp teeth, her eyes turned red, he awoke terrified,

He mumbled to himself trying to clear his mind of the memory, “But after the three and a half days a breath of life from God entered them, and they stood up on their feet, and great fear fell on those who saw them.”

His mother was only stern because she had seen her own parents taken to their death, refusing to convert during the emergencies. She would make a little crown out of discarded gold colored foil hold him up and read to him from the Song of Solomon,

As a child you were untracked, but once you took the rite of adult baptism you took up your crucifix and the tracking of all your thoughts and feelings began.

If your parents were kind and loving you couldn’t learn to control your words and thoughts, if you couldn’t control your words and thoughts you would land in the Farms within days of receiving your crucifix. His mother had one scripture she would repeat, a psalm, she repeated it so much he was afraid she would be flagged, “I will not die but live, and will proclaim what the LORD has done.”

In his time he knew nothing but the Church and mathematics, he was too scrawny for the military but had scored high on mathematics tests, abnormally high so he was chosen for a mathematical vocation, the righteous science of data, tracking sinners and training machines to carry out the order of the Church to dispatch the sinners to make way for KIngdom of Lord Jesus Christ on Earth.

Most of what came before was gone, but they had kept the machines, a gift from King Jesus to find and eliminate sin with an efficiency never before known in the history of humanity.

Some secret she had held in, it had killed her. Whatever thought it was she finally couldn’t hold it back, some sinful thought, everyone has sinful dreams, but while you sleep the crucifix charges it cannot read your dreams. She hardly spoke much except to chastise him, but she spoke kindness and love with her hands and her hugs, but not too close should the crucifix detect sudden changes in vital signs indicating some kind of excitement.

She had to become a different person just to survive the emergencies struck when she was very young, she had him very young.

We can only pray for Godly dreams, he tried to dream of himself singing with Jesus, Godly songs about hatred of sin, dreams could not always be controlled but the crucifix had to charge while he slept. However the thoughts must be controlled for they are read and transcribed, he touched the crucifix that was around his neck, it was always warm, had to be charged while he slept.