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On the day I spoke with Hitler

Post by kuperian4ever » Mon Oct 13, 2003 11:54 am

On the day I spoke with Hitler

I found myself trapped inside a fiery furnace
The fierce heat whipped up scorching winds
That lashed out violently against me
Stripping me of my skin to bare tender nerves
My agony acute I screamed out my rage
The glowing coals of sulfur stank
Piercing my senses like a knife
Sickening me to revulsion
Oh God, I cried, why have I come to this place?

Looking out across the inferno came a soul suffering much as I
He was screaming out his pain and cursing God
He was a short man, wiry, with intense eyes

I screamed above the roaring winds, “What is this place?”
In Germanic speech he screamed, ”The Third Reich, heil!”
I am Adolph Hitler. What is your name? I demand an answer!
My mind spun deliriously. Adolph Hitler is dead, I screamed!
Then realization set in. I was in hell.

NO! I screamed out against the heat and flames
There’s been a mistake! I don’t belong here!
I’m a man of faith, of God! Why have I come to suffer so?

“Silence,” he screamed! You speak blasphemy!
God is the essence of evil and his name shall not be
mentioned in my presence! His eyes glowed hotter
than the fire he stood in. Smoke and flames spewed from
his mouth throughout his tirade. His face glowed white
hot and it wrought terror to the deepest part of me.
You will obey me, he screamed! I am your Feurer!
Spittle flew from his mouth and it hissed violently at
his feet. And in my shock and bewilderment I
suddenly saw him for the little man he was and laughed
out loud at his absurdity.

My man, I screamed back, look around you! You are in
hell suffering the pains of the evil, death, and destruction you
inflicted upon the world. I roared with laughter.
God has sent you here. Praise his name for his wisdom is finite!
You have no power Here! You are the Fuerer of nothing.
Again I roared with Laughter.

His rage became hotter and fire streamed from his eyes and
mouth like a blowtorch. Fool, he screamed, I commanded the
strongest military machine known to man. I conquered nations
in mere days. Millions stood before me and praised me! I held
the fate of the world in the palm of my hand. I was called a God
by my people and many felt the sting of my deity. I command you
to obey me! His rage was now out of control. Fire flashing from
ruptures forming in his flesh and skull.

You were a vile and evil man. A scourge to humanity. The right hand
of Satan. It was God in his infinite wisdom that drove you to ruin.His
divine gift to all was to destroy you and cast you to hell to suffer for
all eternity. Now look at you! You are nothing. I will not obey you.
You are now a comical little blow hard shooting flames from his mouth.
I roared in laughter again.

At this his rage increased. His countenance shook violently and as he
opened his mouth for another tirade his head exploded sending burning
coals in all directions. His body burst into flame and turned to ash that
blew away with the sulfurous winds.

I was so aghast that I didn’t realize the fire no longer scorched me.
My torment vanished and I stood on the coals undaunted by the fire
and brimstone. I looked down at my body and once again I had skin
and I was dressed in a clean, white linen robe. I looked up through
the furnace chimney and praised God.

Then within a wink of an eye I stood on a fertile plain. Green and
brightly flowered. Many beasts roamed about me and I whooped in delight.

Then suddenly a voice coming from everywhere said; you are saved
unto the domain of heaven, my child. Peace upon your soul. You are
blessed in my sight and my presence.

I fell to my knees and reached to the blue sky above me. Praise God, I cried.
For he is most holy. Praise be to God, I shouted! Silence.

Then I asked, but why, Holy Father, was I sent to suffer the flames of hell?
I have spent my life in reverence to your holy light?

Then God said, You cursed your mother on her 35th birthday. And you broke your
brothers favorite toys out of anger and malice. You tormented your little sister the
whole time you were growing up. For these things you had to be punished. And
besides, Hitler had grown used to hell’s flames so I sent you down there to remind
him where he was. For your good deeds and steadfast faith I have made you a saint
and you shall dwell in heaven with me forever more.

I was shown the way to the Golden Gates and the great and wondrous home awaiting
all of Gods people. I live now in a state of bliss and fancy. Grateful for God’s mercy and
wisdom he bestowed upon me on the day I spoke with Hitler.
Last edited by kuperian4ever on Sun Dec 29, 2013 1:26 am, edited 10 times in total.
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Post by the quiet poet » Mon Oct 13, 2003 3:14 pm

Interesting write and theology. A small amount of time spent in Hell for minor trespasses. Be careful Kupe, being different can result in hostilities. Though I do enjoy the different perspective. Nicely done.

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Post by Ellie » Tue Oct 14, 2003 8:40 am

For the Praises of man, I will never ever stand. For the kingdoms of this world, I'll never give my heart away or shout my praise. My allegence and devotion, my hearts desire and all emotion, go to serve the Man who died upon that tree. Only a God like you, could be worthy of my praise and all my hope and faith. To only a King of all Kings, do I bow my knee and sing, give my everything, To only my maker my Father my Savior, redeemer, restorer, rebuilder, rewarder, to only a God like you do I give my praise.

I am not sure just who wrote that but that is all that comes to mind when I read this storey.

Kup~ This is an excellent statement of Faith in the one and only true Savior. How beautiful. " How good and pleasant it is when come together in unity, and Praise the Lord." Ok I'll stop. lol. God Bless you, In Him, ~Egypt~
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Post by Tom Watson » Tue Oct 14, 2003 5:58 pm

My dear Egypt has spoken my heart so truly that I am here as an echo to her reverence and glory given to God. Kup, your spiritual writing is a beacon of light that shines with the highest praise for our Lord. I wil not mention the man's name, for he was not a man. Your strength in bringing him back to this literary work is admired and I equally admire the way you disposed of him. All of God's blessing upon you.

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Post by kuperian4ever » Sat Nov 01, 2003 5:01 am

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    I very much appreciate the kind remarks you have for me
    and say God bless you for your strong continuing faith.
    One day you'll find the bliss and life of fancy this ficticious
    gentleman found in his road to faith. I pray you don't
    spend any time for in hell for atonement though. Thanks
    for reading and commenting.
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Re: On the day I spoke with Hitler

Post by kuperian4ever » Sun Dec 29, 2013 3:41 am

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