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A woman 27 years of age lies in a soft, comfortable chair at her amazing home in Belize. The hillside that her home rests on is a beautiful, deep green. It slopes down to a perfect, smooth beach.She has soft smooth skin and long flowing hair. Her large, entrancing eyes a deep blue. Her perfect body is too good for any man. She grew up in town where everyone was almost always happy, and there were no worries. The schools there were amazing. They taught her well enough that she was more than able to get into a private college better than Harvard, Yale, or Stanford. She became independently wealthy at the stunningly early age of 25. She has no problems, no cares.

At that exact moment an 18 year old high school drop-out who grew up in the ghettos of Detroit is about to bleed to death from three bullets to the chest. His squad was just ambushed on a street corner in Iraq and he was showing off a necklace he found for everyone to see. He is scared and panicking as one of his fellow soldiers tells him,
"Its gonna be alright we're gonna git' ya outta here!" Even though his fellow soldier saw the medic take a bullet to the head and there isn't any hope at all for John. He dies in battle and leaves his already dysfunctional family with nothing.

The Broken God cares more John. He is just as scared as John is. He knows Johns situation, his life. He doesn't want John to die. He is so scared and sad, but there is nothing he can do. He thought that this wouldn't happen. He thought his people would all be happy. The Broken God is so lonely... because when his people die there isn't anywhere left for them to go. When they die, they lose their mere consciousness. He can't stand seeing that happen. But there is nothing he can do... he left that to his people. <span id="test29283829">. . .</span><br/><div id="post29283829" style="display:none; margin-right:75px;"></div>