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The Petitions

THE PETITIONS Petition 1 My Father, the wicked have imprisoned me, giving me nothing but tatters to wear, leaving my body shivering. How much longer is your son to be persecuted at the hands of evildoers, before you fulfill your promise to him? The world looks on seeing your son’s tormentors terrorizing and torturing him, and does this not make them question your power? My God! Show mankind your mighty strength by delivering your son from his enemies, and establishing his eternal kingdom! Give your son and the world evidence that you remove and discipline the wicked and seat the righteous in their place. Put your son on his everlasting throne, giving him a reason to sing your praises and testify to your goodness and greatness! The people groan at the wicked oppressing them and stealing the fruits of their labor, giving them trouble and grief. The people demand deliverance from evil rulers, that their happiness ma...
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The Old King Is Dead

  THE OLD KING IS DEAD by Kynan Bhikki For my sons 1 A haze of s moke wafted around the blacksmith’s cramped workshop in the basement from the fire blazing near Gotheus Goddard. Above the anvil, s parks flew in every direction, as he, standing tall, lean and alert like a lion stalking its prey , hammered away madly, fashioning raw steal into a glorious blade, when there came an abrasive holler from behind and up above him . “ HEY! WHORE’S BASTARD!” Gotheus ground his teeth together and growled under his breath. His nostrils flared as a whiff of smoke entered his lungs, but he resisted the urge to cough. His hatred for his master, Anthio Midshite, was nothing but unadulterated contempt. “ Kutma damn fucker!” he hissed under his breath a s he slowly and reluctantly turned to face the pig-like man. “ That sword should have been finished yesterday , you incompetent little bastard!” Anthio admonished him , placing his hands on the rolls of lard where his hips...
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