The Lords Hurt

In the village, outside of the Beumuta Triag lives a bloody group called the Union of Blood, who meant to play a game of death with the world. They loved blood so much, sometime people in the group cut their arms and legs to see the blood come out. The Union of Blood thought it was their power to do these horrible acts. But that was only the beginning of the invasion of hell.
The colony now grew, they had taken over parts of the U.S.. “Blood and destruction was America’s dream anyway,” said the leader called Hitmaslogan “and we will see it destroy the world.” So it was just, he said. Man was to weak to overcome the devil. Blood was not their only love. People of the Union of Blood were making other people suffer before their deaths. Some people would chain their victim to a post and beat them continually until their guts were displayed then they played with them and ate them. A woman in birth, they wouldrape her first, then have other sexual acts with her, then beat her until she was almost dead. They didn’t want her to die yet, because the Union of Blood wanted to cut the infant out while she was still alive to see them kill the infant and eat it. Then they would kill her. More horrible things happened, more groups like the Union of Blood got into the game of blood and it grew. All over this was happening. But the United States had the ultimate love of blood.
Then a war broke out between Russia and the United States. Blood was every where. The Union of Blood was overjoyed by more, more destruction for them to wash their minds with. The world had destroyed itself. Man was supposed to be so logical, but man was a child with a brain like mine. He didn’t know how to use the beauty that I gave him, so he died, who cares then, not me, damn him, damn him.
Release my Lord, you made defective being, Man, was one of your rejects. The planet that you love best, turned out to be a planet of blood and destruction, so my Lord forget about man. Let man rest in hell where he belongs, damn him, damn him. He wanted hell to be his place so let it be.

By: Theodore Arthur Pinnock
Age 12