For hours in the alleyway Nicky slowly went mad as he realized the preacher hadn’t been bluffing. “I love you,” squeaked every bloody chunk of the fresh corpse, cut into a thousand pieces as promised. “I love you,” over and over again, no matter what he did. In a voice like Jiminy Cricket.
He took them all home and cut them up further but the din of the chorus only grew stronger, stronger.
“We love you, we love you,” and the pitch grew higher and higher the smaller the pieces got, till he could take it no more and put it all in a blender.
Then he dumped the mess down the toilet.
But soon it came again. “I love you,” it howled in a sickly-sweet warble through the pipes.
It was then that Nicky realized the terror would not end till he accepted Jesus.
"Eternity in the company of Beelzebub, and all of his hellish instruments of death, will be a picnic compared to five minutes with me & this pencil." --E. Blackadder, 1789 Questionable
words & pictures from John Linton Roberson
THE BLEATING OF HIS HIDEOUS HEART
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