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(OC) Wrong Side of Heaven

(OC) Wrong Side of Heaven And here we go.This was a fan suggested video so if a few clips look used it's because these were the games they wanted.

Let's Attain Heaven

Let's Attain Heaven How To Be A Great Rommate!23 hrs agoDutch Dank Stank Comp: 5# 21 hrs agoGrandpa's overwatch meme cataclysm 16 hrs agogot flagged have this instead 21 hrs agoMexicfag on transgenderism 21 hrs agoYe Olde Korea/Japan Relations 13 hrs agoAnd we're only getting started 23 hrs agoi guess is the straight club then 23 hrs agoTrump's Executive Authority: Day 2 16 hrs ago(OC) Wrong Side of Heaven 21 hrs agoChicago Tribune went full retard 21 hrs ago

Justin's Wholesome Memes/Comics #21

Justin's Wholesome Memes/Comics #21 Religion Seen at The Beach 1 mn agoWill you help my wish come true?10 mns agoThe most british world record 12 mns agoA lesson on having no life.

Creative Bullshit:The Tower and The Man

Creative Bullshit:The Tower and The Man There once, long ago, was a pious man who longed to be closer to God For while every night he prayed, he longed to see Heaven, to see God So he set about a task, the task of building a great tower But this tower was to be no ordinary tower No, it was to stretch far above creation itself Far above the birds and the clouds in the sky Farther then any man living had ever gone It would be a tower to Heaven, a tower to God And so this pious man, he set about the task of building his tower At first it was slow, his own hands laid one brick at a time Soon word spread of this mad monk building his tower Many came to watch, some came to jeer, but more came to help And within many years, the tower had grown to a great height It stood like a mountain, a testament to man and to God But the man had grown old in this time, and in his age he feared he would not see his tower completed And so, this Pious man, turned his back on Gods commandments He sent out great armies to collect men, to collect rock, to collect all things needed to build his tower Many died, many more were enslaved, cruelty became like air, and the tower rose ever higher into the sky It surpassed even its previous height, surpassing even the works of god himself It became like an ever-growing, cancerous wart upon its planet surface In time, the tower grew to such a great height, such an amazing, horrible height, that Heaven seemed within the mans grasp So he, now an old frail man, climbed to the top of his tower He called out to God, reaching up for the eternal God heard his call, his cry, and looked down on the man, knowing what he must now do For God had been beside the man every step along the way God had been there when the man had turned his back on him And as the man cried out, reaching up from atop his great town of bodies, of sin For the man, now mere inches from Heaven, had never been further from God For no matter how many bodies he stood upon, he could not escape what he had done God, knowing the cruel man he had become, struck him and his tower down, down into the pits hell for all the pain it had caused And God took all the works, all of the soldier, all of the victims, into Heaven, where they would stay by his side forever For they were but victims of an evil man Who longed to be closer to god