by: Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836-1906)
In Twilight-land--in No-man's land--
Two hurrying Shapes met face to face,
And bade each other stand.
"And who are you?" cried one a-gape,
Shuddering in the gloaming light.
"I know not," said the second Shape,
"I only died last night!
CHAPTER TWO
I'm of course very busy and have a lot of people to take away and bring them to either the heavens, or to hell. But I do find myself having a little bit of extra time. So I'v decided to start writing this journal. I still think this may be dangerous, but I don’t have anything else to do.
Today started like any other day. Someone died in a car crash. Bring them to heaven. Someone got murdered. Bring them to heaven. Criminal died in jail. Bring them to questioning. If they are guilty enough go to hell. Say hi to Satan. Bring murdered girl to heaven. Say hi to Jesus. Bring murderer to questioning. Bring them to hell.
Just me and a bunch of dead people.
Joy.
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