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28:12 "Son of man, take up a lamentation for the king of Tyre, and say to him, 'Thus says the Lord God: "You were the seal of perfection, full of wisdom and perfect in beauty. 13 You were in Eden, the garden of God; every precious stone was your covering: The sardius, topaz, and diamond, beryl, onyx, and jasper, sapphire, turquoise, and emerald with gold. The workmanship of your timbrels and pipes was prepared for you on the day you were created. 14 You were the anointed cherub who covers; I established you; you were on the holy mountain of God; you walked back and forth in the midst of fiery stones. 15 You were perfect in your ways from the day you were created, till iniquity was found in you. 16 By the abundance of your trading you became filled with violence within, and you sinned; therefore I cast you as a profane thing out of the mountain of God; and I destroyed you, O covering cherub, from the midst of the fiery stones. 17 Your heart was lifted up because of your beauty; you corrupted your wisdom for the sake of your splendor . . ."
- Ezekiel
Slowly, you regain consciousness.
It`s dark, you are lying prostrate on your back, although where you are is a mystery - something is lying on top of you, both obscuring your vision and pinning you down; it`s a dead, soggy weight on your chest and as you come round your realise your nostrils are being assaulted by overwhelming stench of decay. Vainly you struggle to shift the weight above you, but your arms are inexplicably weak and can only push ineffectually against the mass. Starting to panic now, a reflexive kick lashes out and finally dislodges the burden and it rolls away to one side.
Blinding light.
It sears your eyes and forces you to clamp your hands over your face to protect them. Slowly and painfully you get to your feet, but with your eyes shut your first staggering step forwards sends you tumbling fowards down a steep incline, a mixture of jagged edges and soft lumps, until you roll to a halt on a hard, dusty ground. Tentatively you open your eyes a second time, and this time with your face turned from the sun you they slowly adjust and enable you to take in your surroundings a little more, although your initial disorientation is still great.
The floor below you is covered with a fine grey dust, riven by wide tyre tracks, around you are several small hills each standing at least a hundred feet tall and made entirely of all kinds of garbage - food scraps and old peelings burst forth from the bags that had contained them and are being pecked over by flocks of dirty seagulls who tread carefully between the carcasses of thousands of discarded cans and trashed televisions, fridges, cookers and the like. You stand slowly and stiffly to get a better look around - the sun, even in this cloudy sky, is unbearably bright and reflects painfully off the fragments of broken bottles that lie all around you, the air is filled with the excited squeals of the Gulls and in the far distance you hear the throb of a powerful diesel engine, and now that you are not buried under the rotting food the stench of decay is a little less invasive, and whilst the smell is still far from pleasant it lingers rather than assaults. Although your view of the horizon is obcured by the mountains of waste that surround you the very tips of mighty skyscrapers can be seen rising above them in the distance.
The realisation suddenly hits you that you have no real idea of how in hell you ended up here, neither do you have any real idea where the hell here is.
More pressingly, you realise you haven`t got any real idea of who the hell you are.
- Ezekiel
Slowly, you regain consciousness.
It`s dark, you are lying prostrate on your back, although where you are is a mystery - something is lying on top of you, both obscuring your vision and pinning you down; it`s a dead, soggy weight on your chest and as you come round your realise your nostrils are being assaulted by overwhelming stench of decay. Vainly you struggle to shift the weight above you, but your arms are inexplicably weak and can only push ineffectually against the mass. Starting to panic now, a reflexive kick lashes out and finally dislodges the burden and it rolls away to one side.
Blinding light.
It sears your eyes and forces you to clamp your hands over your face to protect them. Slowly and painfully you get to your feet, but with your eyes shut your first staggering step forwards sends you tumbling fowards down a steep incline, a mixture of jagged edges and soft lumps, until you roll to a halt on a hard, dusty ground. Tentatively you open your eyes a second time, and this time with your face turned from the sun you they slowly adjust and enable you to take in your surroundings a little more, although your initial disorientation is still great.
The floor below you is covered with a fine grey dust, riven by wide tyre tracks, around you are several small hills each standing at least a hundred feet tall and made entirely of all kinds of garbage - food scraps and old peelings burst forth from the bags that had contained them and are being pecked over by flocks of dirty seagulls who tread carefully between the carcasses of thousands of discarded cans and trashed televisions, fridges, cookers and the like. You stand slowly and stiffly to get a better look around - the sun, even in this cloudy sky, is unbearably bright and reflects painfully off the fragments of broken bottles that lie all around you, the air is filled with the excited squeals of the Gulls and in the far distance you hear the throb of a powerful diesel engine, and now that you are not buried under the rotting food the stench of decay is a little less invasive, and whilst the smell is still far from pleasant it lingers rather than assaults. Although your view of the horizon is obcured by the mountains of waste that surround you the very tips of mighty skyscrapers can be seen rising above them in the distance.
The realisation suddenly hits you that you have no real idea of how in hell you ended up here, neither do you have any real idea where the hell here is.
More pressingly, you realise you haven`t got any real idea of who the hell you are.