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X - A character representing Satan
A - Adama
E - Eva
A short dialogue and a poem:
X: Adama, Eva, what in the hell are you doing?
Don't you know, that you are mine now…
Why would he want you? After what you did!
You opened the door for me and invited me in.
A: We may have sinned, but we've repented of that now…
X: Repentance ha! It's just a mundane life time prison sentence.
E: And we will share this truth with the world, and warn others of
your deception…
Poem begins:
X: Give me a break! You must be joking.
What wacky weed have you both been smoking…
People love their sin, let's take a look
At how firmly in their cheeks I've set my hook.
The lesbian kisses a girl and she likes it a lot
The passion of their kiss makes my hell fires hot
An adulterer on the prowl succeeds in his hunt.
As he takes down his prey, and then repeats my stunt.
Boys browbeat their chick to give up their child
That they may pursue my lifestyle so carefree and wild.
How happy is the old fag who turns a young man to a twink
A joy so pink, purple, and fraternal at my eternal clink
Chorus: Oh, there is nothing so sweet to the sinner as his one little sin
Idolatry of me is this, to make the love of anything come before Him.
A celebreation in the heart of every liar, when he pulls off his line.
As I wrap him in his own make believe world, I know that he's mine.
Sweet greedy pleasure has the thief when he makes a great heist.
He's my sweet son indeed for that is the passion of this old anti-christ.
The cold black metal emparts such feelings of powers.
To they who carry my weapons of death. My tall and mighty towers!
And there is nothing so inspiring and self deceiving to the heretics
As to sings the anthems I've given them in all the pop lyrics
My storefront burgeons with idols, and they are flying off the shelf.
People have forgotten God because I have given them 'self'
A. You liar! There is only one thing, man truly needs.
X. Maybe so, but you make him diet, while at my table he feeds!
Chorus: Oh, there is nothing so sweet to the sinner as his one little sin
Idolatry of me is this, to make the love of anything come before Him.
A. Again you lie, for God provides every good and norm
X. But by my powers, I have turned man's heart to a corrupted form
And when they taste and covet my corrupted apostasies
I count another win, and they gorge upon their beloved delicacies.
A: You forget they can be redeemed when they accept Christ and repent.
X: When I'm done, they'll never have a clue, that that was His intent.
I have all my men and women evangelizing my 'skeptics'
In the schools and offices, malls, high towers and clinics.
A: Some will repent! and with God's Help, I'll tell them all!
X: Their ears are deaf, their hearts are fat, they'll never take your call.
A: Some may not but that won't stop Him, from claiming what is His.
X: If you only knew, how few! That escape my abyss.
Chorus: Oh, there is nothing so sweet to the sinner as his one little sin
Idolatry of me is this, to make the love of anything come before Him.
A: Again You Lie! For every knee will bend, every heart will confess
that He is Lord.
X: Maybe yes, and maybe not, but who is winning now? Who has the greater score?
A: Have you not heard, that to save one soul, is to save all of humanity.
Therefore I will go out, and one at a time, call them out of their vanity.
And they then too, will share the grace that they have gotten.
And in the end, you will be left with out, and be, eternally forgotten.
X: Come now Adama… Eva, let me make you my heirs.
You'll rule my kingdom and mind all my affairs.
A: Get thee away from us Satan, you fiend!
E: Our way has been straightened and hearts have been cleaned.
This is the climactic scene/song from a screenplay I'm writing.
Copyright (c) D Partlow 2008
Daniel Partlow
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