God's Spawn Innocence Fades

Chapter Two ~ The Oak Tree ~

Chapter Two ~ The Oak Tree ~

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The wind blows through the schoolyard, through the trees, calmly reaching within, so soothing, so gentle. My eyes flicker slow as a flame starved of oxygen. The only thing I can see is the gentle light dancing across the pavement and the wise old oak that lends that light such space between its ancient branches. All I can hear now is the slow creaking of the oak. It almost sounds as if it's calling out to me, Zao... Zao...

"Zao! Wake up boy! Stop day dreaming and give us your attention. You're not showing me or your other classmates any respect. You may not agree with my teachings but you should still be respectful. Everyone's beliefs are to be respected in this scripture class," Mr Matterson has a way of ranting which is borderline offensive.  

"Oh okay, well, if everyone's meant to be accepting of each other's beliefs how about you hear what I think?" I smugly reply. 

"Well, okay, if we listen to you now I'll expect you to do the same for us," Mr Matterson replies with vigour, thinking he's won the battle and restored peace in his classroom.  

Ha, okay, whatever.

"Well I'll be out of scripture class by next lesson anyway," I tell him. "I'm only here because I forgot to bring my note. That little piece of paper that proves I don't believe in your teachings, it's sitting at home all folded up and useless on my dining table." 

"After all," I say, "we all need someone else's signature to show what we truly think and feel."  

I've only just begun.

"Well this is what I think," I tell him. "I think it just doesn't make sense that everyone has to repent their sins, even if they're mentally or physically incapable of doing so. They have to go to Hell because of the way God made them."  

This is why every blind, deaf, mute, mentally handicapped paraplegic that steals a Lamborghini Gallardo from a car show then crashes into an orphanage in a fireball of concept curves and St Vincent de Paul clothing goes to Hell.

I tell him, "It doesn't add up, that we've been made, so we're capable of evil, unless evil was part of our purpose.  

"Oh, but the Devil is responsible for that. 

"But, the Devil was made by our lord and saviour, God."

Maybe God just wanted someone to fight, a bit of conflict to liven things up for the next few thousand years. 

"Another thing, if we've all come from Adam and Eve then, how come we're not all inbred?" I ask him.

Matterson's asking me, "On what grounds do you make this claim?"

"If you believe we all came from two people," I say, "then their sons and daughters must've done the ol' in and out with one another."

Looking a little stumped, Matterson's saying, "Do not let the Devil deceive you children."

"So if we're all a result of incest," I say, "it doesn't seem likely that our species would survive when you consider the genetic probabilities involved."

WARNING, inbreeding may result in physical and health defects, including decreased fertility, genetic disorders, varying facial dissymmetry, decreased birth rates, infant mortality, stunted growth, immune system dysfunction and the human race. Like one of those government commercials it helps to say everything really fast so the consequences of boning your sister really sink in.