They saw him from a distance walking down the middle of a post-apocalyptic Manhattan Street
wearing brightly colored rags
shuffling with a purpose
stirring up dust and the ashes of the long dead
with each step he called out to the inhabitants
that lingered within the ruins
and promised them eternal peace
if they would just follow him
and call him God
from the shadows a shot rang out
and the shooter screamed
“There is no God!”
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