Once upon a midnight scary, demons, ghouls, ghosts, and fairies gathered round the sacred tree.

I saw them, and they saw me.

At first, I thought to steal their rights, then learned I was their sacrifice.

You've passed over to Spoot.

Stay tuned. Okay, so I'm 12 years old.

Sit next to my little brother in church.

My pastor, worked himself up to a head of steam,

wipes away the mop of his brown, blondeish hair,

waves his hand in front of the congregation.

Brother! Brother, you think you know the story of the flood? Well, today, I'm going to tell you the secret history, the truth that's been hitting from you.

I'm thinking, secret history, huh?

The Lord sees the evil doers inhabiting his land, and he tells Noah the only good land he can find

to build him an ark.

Noel Bays.

Takes Noah 100 years of hard labor, but he does it.

But God's command, all the animals and all the world start filing into the boat two by two.

They somber, slither, crawl, hopping past, right past all the wickedness onto this strange

vessel, erected miles from any water.

And Noah, with the three sons and their wives, follow the animals inside.

And the Lord pulls shut the door behind them.

And then, finally, grab me, the rains come.

For 40 days and 40 nights, the skies open up, washing away every single soul whose evil heart

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