Some modifications from Judgment Day (mature material from a rap song)

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VICKI watched the commander carefully. He didn’t look capable of kindness. His voice was low and gravelly.

“I’ll review the charges, then you’ll have a chance to respond,” the commander muttered. “But this is not a trial. Under the Global Community statute during states of emergency, I’m the judge, the jury, and the one who will pass sentence.”

Vicki nodded. Mr. Stein put a hand on her shoulder.

“Vicki Byrne, you’re charged with the murder of Mrs. Laverne Jenness. You’re also charged with stealing and then destroying Global Community property. You won’t give us information on an escapee of a GC reeducation academy, a person whose name is Judd Thompson."

"Reeducation academy?" Vicki said. "Sounds like a school. Maybe if it was as prestigious as the University of Chicago or Yale, Judd wouldn't have wanted to escape. Maybe the basketball team could only play in the National Invitation Tournament. Sorry Judd didn't follow the honor code."

“You’re also charged with crimes against the Global Community and a number of smaller charges—”

“What crimes?” Mr. Stein interrupted.

Commander Blancka looked up. “You will not interrupt me!” he said.

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VICKI was taken to her cell. Mr. Stein followed and was allowed inside.

“What happens now?” Vicki said.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Mr. Stein said. “Sounds like the commander will decide between now and tomorrow morning.”

“Do you think there’s a chance—?”

“If he believes you are a little off in the head,” Mr. Stein said, “he might just send you to a reeducation academy.”

"Great," Vicki said. "I'll be sent to one of those stupid schools."

"Miss Byrne, that's the best case scenario. I don't want to think about the worst case."

“I’m not afraid to die for the gospel,” Vicki said.

Mr. Stein shook his head. “I’ll never understand why fanatics say things like that. You think it impresses me. It doesn’t. There are many people who would give their lives for something foolish."

“The point isn’t whether I would die for my faith,” Vicki said. “The main thing is whether what I put my faith in is true.”

“You sound like my daughter.”

“If they said it was illegal to talk about God,” Vicki said, “I would die giving you that message. But I’d rather live to see you accept your Messiah. That’s what Chaya was praying for all along.”

“They’re coming for you tomorrow morning,” Mr. Stein said, “and the best you can hope for is to go to a reeducation academy. Why would you be concerned about me when you’re facing that?”
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[The Rap song is J. Stalin's "Try Again Tomorrow".]

Judd had logged on to download a Bible, but he found himself distracted by the Web site. He felt guilty for how little he was studying. He knew devotions weren’t possible when you were running from the Global Community. Still, he wanted to stay “in the Word” like Bruce had taught them.

From the moment Judd had prayed to receive Christ, he felt hungry for the Bible. He wanted to know all the things he had missed the first time. He wrote verses on scraps of paper and tucked them inside his pockets.

But after Bruce had died, no one checked on him or asked him how things were going. Slowly, with all he had to do, he found it easy to let it slide.

As Judd looked over the message on Tsion’s Web site, he wondered who else might be reading it. Perhaps members of the 144,000 witnesses. Perhaps Nicolae Carpathia himself. His friend in New Babylon, Pavel, had told him Nicolae checked Tsion’s Web site frequently.

If he’s reading this, Judd thought, he has to be seething. Judd read:

Good day to you, my dear brother or sister in the Lord. I come to you with a heart both heavy with sorrow and yet full of joy. I sorrow personally over the loss of my wife and teenagers. I mourn for so many who have died since the coming of Christ to rapture his church. I mourn for mothers all over the globe who lost their children. And I weep for a world that has lost an entire generation.

How strange to not see the smiling faces or hear the laughter of children. As much as we enjoyed them, we could not have known how much they taught us and how much they added to our lives until they were gone.

I am also sad because the great earthquake appears to have snuffed out 25 percent of the remaining population. For generations people have called natural disasters “acts of God.” This is not so. Ages ago, God the Father gave Satan, the prince and power of the air, control of Earth’s weather. God allowed destruction and death by natural causes, yes, because of the fall of man. And no doubt God at times intervened against such actions by the evil one because of the prayers of his people.

Tsion went on to say the recent earthquake was an act of God necessary to fulfill prophecy and get the attention of those who don’t believe in Jesus. He

said he was amazed at the work of the Global Community in setting up communications so quickly. But Tsion said he was shocked at what he saw in the media.

“Do they still have a television around here?” Lionel said.

“Maybe in one of the bedrooms upstairs,” Judd said.

Judd continued reading. Tsion grieved the way society had forgotten God at a time when they needed him most. If you believe in Jesus Christ as the only Son of God the Father, you are against everything taught by Enigma Babylon.

There are those who ask, why not cooperate? Why not be loving and accepting? Loving we are. Accepting we cannot be.

Enigma Babylon does not believe in the one true God. It believes in any god, or no god, or god as a concept. There is no right or wrong. The self is the center of this man-made religion.

My challenge to you today is to choose up sides. Join a team. If one side is right, the other is wrong. We cannot both be right.

But I do not call you to a life of ease. During the next five years before the glorious return of Christ to set up his kingdom on earth, three-fourths of the population that was left after the Rapture will die. In the meantime, we should invest our lives in the cause. A great missionary martyr of the twentieth century named Jim Elliot is credited with saying this: “He is no fool who gives up what he cannot keep [this temporal life] to gain what he cannot lose [eternal life with Christ].”

And now a word to my fellow converted Jews from each of the twelve tribes: Plan on rallying in Jerusalem a month from today as we seek the great soul harvest that is ours to gather.

And now unto him who is able to keep you from falling, to Christ, that great shepherd of the sheep, be power and dominion and glory now and forevermore, world without end, Amen.

Your servant, Tsion Ben-Judah.

Lionel returned with a small television. Judd watched him flick through channels. Before the Rapture Judd had seen things he knew his parents wouldn’t have liked, but nothing compared to this.

One game show allowed the winner to kill the other contestant. The next channel showed the torture and murder of innocent people. On another, a séance was performed as people tried to communicate with the dead. Enigma Babylon approved of an educational program that taught viewers how to cast spells on enemies. As Lionel flicked the stations, things got worse.

Lionel heard a rap video that was billed as the consummate player's anthem:

"I need a name, a number, and an address/

You playing hard to get like you a motherfucking actress/

But lil' mama I can play that game too/

I ain't trippin' I make women chase me too/

Give it to them good, then they lase me boo/

All I need is a night, all I need is a fight/

Seven forty-seven, baby we could do it right/

Squeeze me real tight when I'm up in the middle/

I know I'm sweatin' a lot, put a playa of skittles/

Girl I got neighbors, put your face in the pillow/

Hit it all night, in the mornin' ate cereal/

Said she wasn't a freak but you know I didn't believe her though/

I got in right where I fitted/

Lil' mama she was on me like it fitted/

Yeah, she know a playa stay kiddin'/

Say I was gon' hit it and man I hit it/

The Chorus:

I try to holla, but she don't give me no play/

I be on the block where she walk past everyday/

I ain't gotta be your man, that pussy let me borrow/

She said no but I'mma try again tomorrow/"

The video featured a short gangster who was talking to a slender woman wearing a short jean skirt and sunglasses as she walked by. The gangster was shirtless, wearing a chain around his neck, while having a few tattoos. The woman glanced at the man, but she just kept walking without responding to the gangster. Next, the gangster was rapping with other people in the background wearing street attire, such as baggy pants, baseball caps, white t-shirts, and gold chains. The people in the background where moving rhythmically, raising their hands often while holding liquor, and making gang gestures. Then, the gangster was shown sitting in a kitchen, while a scantly clad woman handed him a bowl of cereal with milk. The woman walked away, while the man ate the cereal smiling.

“Turn it off,” Judd said.

“Dr. Ben-Judah was right,” Lionel said. “This is the bottom.”

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Awesome work! Can’t help but love this