and the lava's the lover who licks your boots away
Holy Mother of God.
They fled the dilapidated shack with all riches in hand; the body of the father as envisioned in the fist of the child.
And henceforth would be good things, golden things, safe things and those things reserved only for the blessed few which escape God's notice.
Rich the man was with wisdom and kindness, with strength and inquisition, born with gifts. The woman also had these things - the latter, though she intended upon the former also in time.
In time, but there was not enough time.
Continually, they fled. They did neither accrue nor dispense of their riches.
They were not blessed with the bounty of time.
Go faster.
There were no sinners, before the Lord. The lord judged all inhabitants of his begotten world equally, without faith.
He did not so love his son, neither the flesh nor the blood. He would not be brought to gratification by the obedience and the patronage of either.
He saw his children as ample guardians for the fate of man, for their whims and for their blasphemes.
And so the lord sent his begotten children to the man who was of his like nonetheless.
The children became as guardians. Their steps locked at the gate of a kingdom of hell.
The sea roiled with their fall of righteousness.
Go faster.
The woman became of salt, for the man looked back at her, and saw that she was looking back at him.
In the lock of their gaze was sin, was disobedience. They were delivered these judgements through no intention of the lord, but instead through the intention of his unintended scions.
The son saw the man's sin, and because he was not loved by the grace of his father, he delighted in it.
The free will spoke vociferously at his mind.
It could not awaken the inquisition, could not stoke the flame of the kingdom's kindness.
But it could share wisdom. The man's will could consolidate strength.
Go faster.
Deliver my people, said the man. Deliver us to and unto us the kingdom which we were promised, which we have striven for, which we have been enslaved for.
Deliver end in place of divine beginning.
Deliver us with our riches in hand, with our faith at heart.
She has failed to flee the god's divine punishment. I have failed with her; I am not judged according to the gates of her kingdom.
The son of god was equal to measuring the shapes of the man's souls, and those of his followers, as his own father had been.
He only asked that mortal worth be cast aside.
GO FASTER.
The son ascended to the gates of his father's kingdom, holding neither lock nor key.
The son held not answers, only the conduit for the man's questions. And the man's questions, when asked, were wholly irrelevant to the lingering salted wounds of the woman.
He asked of the lord, without ever gazing upon it, who it was and why it was that his people had been designated as slaves, since the time of creation.
He did not object to the mastery of the woman; her sins he had long since borne and accepted.
It became clear by the force of the son: he had waited too long.
GO FASTER.
This will not do.
You'd better start doing it right.