Hiccups

Faith had been traveling for some time by herself. She had grown accustomed to the very silent sound of an empty world. The day light had just started showing up after 20 untimed years. She had wandered in and out of many refuge camps set up from one point of the end to the point where the beginning was see-able again. Faith just picked up from the last civilized trade point. She had set her goals in the beginning of the end. She tried hard to keep to them the best she could given the ability to the allowances that she had cut in half of halves. She did however get all her trade points and postal services up and running appropriately again. From one town of destruction to another, Faith wandered blindly into each situation. She couldn't fathom the ignorance that came from each situation. She was humiliated to even speak to her Lord, God, who is the savior of her heart and the reason she walks while she sleeps and the reason she wakes to sleep. She was mortified to have to explain the existences she wandered upon in the trips set aside by the compass that is Fate. Faith was assured that her fate was hope. Hope was also assured her faith was her hope in its dying day. So she backed tracked a couple of her moments. A few times creating a wave of hiccups that blasted the multiverses upon the Dawn of death. The hiccups sustained life as we know it from the turns of the tides of the different cycles of emotional insanity that came from the old moons disappearances to the three moon Trinity of the replacing moon to the multi bricked unity of the 16 added to the one that was left survived after the battle of the stars was finished. Faith walked side by side with the Lord providing thoughtful solutions while explaining a bunch of humanly behavior shown in the constant destruction and re-destruction of the old worlds. She didn't want to explain everything that he didn't see. Her world and God had been estranged for some time. God being distant to this level of situations made the end days very difficult for the women named after her fate. Faith walked with her head hung low as she explains her own bad behaviors, and the behaviors that caused the downfall of our human society and the down fall of her own humanity. In her own eyes she could see the darkness for what beauty fell from beyond it. She was so stuck on explaining forever as humiliation and s*****y in a blind world who failed kindergarten for the basic levels of instruction. She was appalled in the world and in the worlds ability to ignore the word race in their Human Race name, especially since they have seen Hitler and his arien blow ups on a concentrated level of g******e. She had been so embarrassed as God walked the lives with her she snuck back by dividing herself into pieces and fixings it so by the time he seen the next few moments it was a completely different scene with adjustments made only on certain levels. "The few damaged the many. My lord, please understand that the Earth we love is an ark of art." Faith at the last fix of the last fate string she could find while her and God were roaming she snuck out the back trade post like a thief on the night leaving the world to explain to the Lord their mistakes and him to explain his. She left a note. Parenting should never come with an owners manual. For every life is a life that differs the world just a little bit in some way. Missing a link of DNA is a big deal if the link your missing is a correct order of the soul links it takes to make that person that person. It's a big deal to miss one side of a pie if that is the only side of the pie with filling. Everyone wonders an apocalyptic world in some way at least once before the apocalypse, the rapture, where the dead will rise. zombie's who used to see the world for the beauty in each word. The dead rising where the rising of the ages men had left behind in their wake. The aftermath that is the storm of humanity since the tides turned and the moons absence grew incredibly noticed. I'm sorry I was fixing it but I haven't seen a reason to stop. Beside selfish narcissist all addicts are narcissistic and selfish. I haven't finished my missions. My time was running out. I have something out there calling to me and while y'all sort this out I'm gonna see if I can find the blue light that drags me into certain doomed fates. Faiths not said just enough to panicked the crowds and not enough to keep God from laughing out loud on his directors chair. Faith now was about 500 miles from where life needed to change its direction. She and her actors distracted the crowds with the imagery of the walkers of the Lord the light in the darkness that will carry us all home. The addicts the light to carry us home and the homeless the ignition to the acceleration of fuel to the fire and the match point to light the fire for our Bible study at ends beginning that led us to a new sense of survival. New sense of more than just survival but all love is a beautiful thing if it's Love. Love is a beautiful thing but it's also the biggest destruction next to the heat of passion found in religion the heat in a cheating man's passion can fuel a women to run head first into a hurricane to pack what's hers and take off with it all f**k leaving a picture frame. While the world ran to this new found peace, faith found seclusion in the river bed where she had once made fire. She ran from each secret moment of the Lord to the next moment. Teaching her valuable lessons along the way. But leading her far from the decision that love was a feasible achievement. So she ran from the idea to run to a for sure Doomsday because the devil you knows a badass who led us to Christ. All she could say was "I said no." no one really understood till they understood and still lacked the appropriate emotions to be able to completely comprehend. That's like playing with an emo kid, a knife, and a cake. A bad situation could happen from such a dark thought but, with the right emotional support it makes the kid laugh. The right amount of therapy could help each situation. She explained it so much that she no longer had an excuse for her own needs of excuses for the lords wants in her live. She still kept in touch for negotiations. She walks backwards while running forwards it reminds the ass of the slow to the pace of the face and meets in the middle of the fate she is trying to help. While she does all her confusion to explain what ever she can through hiccups, she finally gets a track on the tracer that is Echo. And bounces to the next expected hiccup instead of looking forever in the face. Echo her long lost best friend hadn't been seen since her own towers fell many years before she ran around picking up the pieces to ours. Echoes essences binged the map, exactly where she thought he would go. The flag flying through a proud world of difference fighting to stay themselves in a world where it's taken easily even in a free country. Echos radar bings a blip on the map under the crystaled bic white lighter on the corner. The hands of combined friends involved to help walk their mother through the seriousness that is fear, for pain is an incredibly hard thing to take especially not for many years constantly for no other reason than to save the world from itself. The feelings that forgiveness brings in a time of war stops the violence. Forgiveness in a time of peace stops a war. But so does no love, no love in a time of war means no reason to survive, Faith. Stuck ran right into a trap.