The Chosen One

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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