Day Seven Hundred Ninety #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

What a day! A veritable sea change in the power structure of this area.

And at the center of it, our friend from the subcontinent, Raj P, the twin brother of G.

Mei noticed the resemblance before we could say a word, and was able to fill in many of the blanks herself as our discussions began- discussions that lasted until we were too tired, and recommenced this morning.

P told us that he had wandered far and wide after escaping from the East, only to fall into the clutches of the hunters. He was turned over to the tribunal, and was being held as their hedge against the victor between the army of the East and the world government.

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Hands of the Living God

Sinner before the Lord’s tribunal
Held in the Hands of the living God
For the Lord’s not just judge but witness
To all your years as you trod the sod

Not summoned before a peer-made jury
But to face all alone His hell bound fury
Perhaps you think it’s all been fated
Kept in the Hands of the living God

Hanging uneven ‘tween hell and Heaven
What would tip the scales to bring them even?
With what now can they be freighted?
Held by the Hands of the living God

With breath in silence bated
Not even a single wrong unstated
Know you not
The judge who passes sentence
Whose final word is final law
No longer waits for you
To take stock of what you’ve done

What will be the final decision
Was it His or was it yours all along
When you crawled from the Hands of the living God

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