However, as if a contrary to the norm, the snow on the corner house on Elm Parkway lay as innocent as when it had fallen from the most nebulous of clouds. The patterns, textures and slopes created by the snow were so pure, that their only distortion lay in their reflections of their surroundings. Their reflections divulged much of the activities inside of the house; the constantly shifting hues could indicate only one thing: the telly was on.

Through the varying panels of the house, a muffled, yet distinct voice could be heard.

“Sinners, sinners, you are all sinners! How dare you place this trivial pleasure in front of God?” the booming voice was of none other than the zealous and formidable Jonathan Edwards. “If God should only withdraw his hand from the fiery pits of hell, floods of

Returning, he exclaimed, “What we have here my friends is the wonderful application of logic and a witness to the potential of man.” Inserting the plug into a nearby electrical socket, Franklin sat down in a plush leather chair, and began to fiddle with the controls.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen, if we could possibly tear ourselves from the magnificent cathode ray tube, we should tidy things up, I will not tolerate any uncleanliness in body, clothes or habitation,” gestured Benjamin Franklin.

the fierceness and wrath of God would rush forth with inconceivable fury, and would come upon you with immeasurable power!”

“Look at this absurd trash they spew to the masses! Claiming a God can channel his power through one sole man to heal diseases permeating the bodies of hundreds of thousands of people! This is the very reason our society is in such a state of disgust, our perpetual belief in something greater than this world of despair, hopelessness and death.”

“Ha,” bellowed Edwards under his breath. “As skewed as your sense of God is, you shall soon know his true self. As for me, your blasphemy against him is too much, even for my seasoned ears. I must beg your leave gentlemen, and may God have mercy on your soul.” He exited with caution, half-heartedly believing that he may in fact open the door and walk

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