Marduk379
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- Posted: Sun, 28 Jun 2009 13:20:09 +0000
Well there's not much to do if the god of this world turns out to be an a22. 3nodding
Here's a little something for you. Imagine that you died one day (not believing in the animalheaded gods) and you found yourself in front of them. A man with the head of a jackal stands by your side and your beating heart lies in front of you on a scale and is weight against the most beauitiful feather you have ever seen.
Your heart drips with blood, beating faster and faster. Not surprisingly, the scale say that your heart is heavier than the light feather. A beautiful woman put the feather in her hair and pick up your beating heart as well. She gives you your heart back and ask you if you have the book. "What book?" you ask. The man with the head of a jackal speak for the first time and say "he came here without one." "That's to bad" the beautiful woman reply and you hear a snarl behind you. You quickly turn around and a pair of great jaws meets you and close on you. It rips you apart, limb by limb. You scream, but no one will come to your rescue. They just stand there. Why are they just standing there? It hurts. It hurts so bad.
Wouldn't it be easy to write yourself a book of the dead and believe in the animalheaded gods? Pray to them, worship them and go to the temples. Think of the consequence if you don't. Ammut is longing for people like you.
Do you really want to take the risk?
Here's a little something for you. Imagine that you died one day (not believing in the animalheaded gods) and you found yourself in front of them. A man with the head of a jackal stands by your side and your beating heart lies in front of you on a scale and is weight against the most beauitiful feather you have ever seen.
Your heart drips with blood, beating faster and faster. Not surprisingly, the scale say that your heart is heavier than the light feather. A beautiful woman put the feather in her hair and pick up your beating heart as well. She gives you your heart back and ask you if you have the book. "What book?" you ask. The man with the head of a jackal speak for the first time and say "he came here without one." "That's to bad" the beautiful woman reply and you hear a snarl behind you. You quickly turn around and a pair of great jaws meets you and close on you. It rips you apart, limb by limb. You scream, but no one will come to your rescue. They just stand there. Why are they just standing there? It hurts. It hurts so bad.
Wouldn't it be easy to write yourself a book of the dead and believe in the animalheaded gods? Pray to them, worship them and go to the temples. Think of the consequence if you don't. Ammut is longing for people like you.
Do you really want to take the risk?