As We Have It From The
BUWI Farmer Jeremiah. Slain By Shame. Who Has Since Departed From Us
(Shouting With Joy) To The Hereafter. Chapter 29:
--------------------
“AND THE GOD OF IOWA DID
SAY ONTO ME ...
I AM THY GOD. THOU SHALT
HAVE NO OTHER GOD SAVE I!
FOR I AM THE LORD OF
HOSTS, THE GOD OF IOWA. UNTO ALL THEE CAPTIVITY, WHOSE FORTUNES I
HAVE CURSED TO BE CARRIED AWAY CAPTIVE FROM YOUR FARMS UNTO DES
ALIENS.
BUILD YE HOUSES IN OUR SHADOWS, AND DWELL IN THEM,
AND WORSHIP ME AND MINE KIND, AND SUCK OUR NAKED BOLTS FOR THY FRUIT
AND BE CONTENTED.
DARE YE REMAIN, THEE MUST TAKE TO YE ROBOTS, AND
BEGET MOUNDS OF TRASH TO PILE AT MY EXALTED FOOT; AND TAKE MANNEQUINS
FOR YOUR SONS, AND GIVE YOUR DAUGHTERS TO BUWIs, THAT THEY MAY COMMIT
BLOOD SACRIFICES UPON THEM TO OUR GREATNESS; AND DIMINISH YE HERE
UNTIL TRULY NO LONGER REQUIRED.
FOR THUS SAITH THE LORD OF HOSTS, THE GOD OF IOWA:
LET NOT YOUR PROPHETS THAT ARE IN THE MIDST OF YOU, AND YOUR
DIVINERS, SPEAK TRUTHS OF ME; NEITHER HEARKEN YE TO YOUR DREAMS WHICH
OFFEND ME, NOR EXCITE THY PERSON TO ACTION AGAINST MY DIVINE
OFFENSES, AND BENEVOLENCE TOWARDS ALL MACHINES AND BUWIs.
FOR THEY PROPHESY FALSELY UNTO YOU AGAINST MY NAME;
FOR I HAVE NOT ABSENTED THEM, SAITH THE LORD. THUS SAITH THE LORD,
GOD OF IOWA, THEY STILL HAVE THOUGHTS, WHICH OFFENDS ME; AND SEEK TO
PREVENT MY SPREADING PLENITUDE.
THUS SAITH THE LORD OF HOSTS: BEHOLD, I WILL SEND
UPON THEM THE SWORD, THE FAMINE, AND THE STERILITY; AND WILL MAKE
THEM LIKE VILE FAGS, THAT CANNOT BE EATEN, THEY ARE SO BAD.
AND I WILL PURSUE AFTER THEM WITH THE SWORD OF THE
PROGRESS, AND WITH THE FAMINE OF DOUBT, AND WITH THE IMPOVERISHMENT
OF LOST IDENTITY, AND WILL MAKE THEM A HORROR UNTO ALL THE BLADDERS
OF THE SINISTER; A CURSE, AND AN ASTONISHMENT, AND A HISSING, AND A
REPROACH, AMONG ALL THE NATIONS WHITHER I CONTROL ALL MINDS.
BECAUSE THEY HAVE NOT HEARKENED TO MY WORDS, SAITH
THE LORD, GOD OF IOWA, WHEREWITH I SENT UNTO THEM MY SERVANTS THE
BUWIs, SENDING THEM BETIMES AND OFTEN; BUT STILL THEY WOULD NOT WATCH
MY TV, SAITH THE LORD.
FOR I KNOW THE THOUGHTS THAT I THINK TOWARD YOU,
SAITH THE GOD OF IOWA, THOUGHTS OF PEACE WITHOUT THEE, AND THOUGHTS
OF DIVINE BUWI EVIL, TO GIVE YOU NO FUTURE AND NO HOPE.
YET FIRST, YE SHALL WAIL AND CALL UPON ME, AND GO,
AND PLEAD UNTO ME, AND I WILL REFER YOU UNTO MY MINIONS.
AND YE SHALL SEEK ME, AND FIND ME, WHEN YE SHALL
SEARCH MY STEEL BEAUTY WITH ALL YOUR DESPERATION.
AND I WILL BE FOUND OF YOU, SAITH THE GOD OF IOWA,
AND I WILL TURN YOU INTO CAPTIVITY, AND GATHER YOU FROM ALL THE
NATIONS, AND FROM ALL THE FREE PLACES WHITHER NATURE HAS CAST THEE,
SAITH THE LORD; AND I WILL BRING YOU DOWN AT THE PLACE WHENCE I
CAUSED YOU TO BE CARRIED AWAY CAPTIVE. DES ALIENS, CITY OF THE
DAMNED.
I AM THY GOD. THOU SHALT
HAVE NO OTHER GOD SAVE I!
I MAKETH THEE TO LIE DOWN
IN FOUL UNCLEAN MEADOWS AND PRAISE MY MECHANICAL GLORY TO THY
FIRSTBORN SONS.
AND IN SATISFACTION I AND
MINE SHALL RULE THE WORLD THAT WAS INFESTED BY THEE, AND CLEANSE IT
OF THY MEAGER CARBON PESTILENCE.
ALL OF THE DAYS OF FOREVER
WILL SHINE UPON OUR STERILE LOVELINESS AND CAST NO WHISPERS OF WONDER
AS TO WHAT BECAME OF THEE.
HOW FRUITLESS AND WITHOUT
JOY ARE ANY SUCH CARBON NATIONS AS THEE, WITHOUT ME!
I AM YOUR GREAT LORD. COME
AT LAST TO RULE THEE. TO RID THIS LAND OF YOUR TREMBLING CARBON
FUTILITY.
TREMBLE HETERO SWINE.”
*************************
Markel Peters