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Ezekiel J. Krahlin
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AN ACCOUNT OF MULTIPLE RAPE IN THE FIELDS OF ELYSIUM
(IS EREHWON SAFE ANY MORE?)

(a parable for the 21st century)

© 1998 by Ezekiel J. Krahlin
(Jehovah's Queer Witness)



I am standing on this vast, endless plain, which I know are
the Fields of Elysium...and I'm seeking God's Throne.  Which
direction?  There are no signs posted anywhere, no clue of any
kind.  Then I realize I should walk where I would walk, and be
certain that I'm going in the right direction.  So I forge
onward, in total confidence that I am headed for the throne.

In a while, the field ahead becomes scattered with boulders
and stubbly trees.  And on each boulder sits a very sexy,
handsome angel (traditional appearance, fluffy white wings and
all). But each angel resists my passage, as if an invisible
shield blocks me from going beyond the boulder.  Each angel
dares me to go beyond, with a coy, come-hither look from
bedroom eyes!  So each angel I approach, I knock to the ground
and rape...though they offer little resistance (but my
incredible strength may explain this part)!  That seems to be
the only way I can move on.

Of course, I'm really feeling my oats by the time I have
finished with the last angel on the last boulder.  But as soon
as I stand up to put on my pants, I am knocked over by an
angel that comes swooping down from the sky.  He pins me to
the ground and dicks the daylights out of me, while saying
over and over (until he is done with me), "What goes around,
comes around, Hot Stuff!"  Of course, he is deliciously
handsome (more so than the previous umpteen angels I had just
deflowered, if you can believe that), and the experience is 
incredible...thus the taste of my defeat is far from unpleasant.  
Perhaps I had  dallied with several angels, perhaps millions...who 
can remember in that other dimension?  (Perhaps I brag a bit much; 
let me continue...)

Then I get up and continue my walk until I reach God's
throne.  And there he is:  "Adonai", eternal sweet 16, naked,
beautiful, perfect!  A golden light bathes him and radiates
his life force as a brilliant, warm aura that touches me
gently.  But something is missing:  a face!  Adonai has no
face; it is a blank oval!  I swiftly approach Adonai to touch
his hand, when suddenly I find myself sitting in his
throne...looking out at the vast endless Fields Of Elysium.
At last! Adonai has a face...and eyes with which to see.


---finis