Livid when it comes to injustices! But grateful to be alive! Especially in these increasingly worsening times. "You're kidding!" you say. No. You've heard: "It was the best of times. It was the worst of times." Well, it is the same today. Follow along as I show you why.
Act II. Scene V. Narrator:Opens again the curtain upon our students in the studio after a few days of introspection, reconvening with new selfish directions.
Sly Vie main of the three driven by narcissistic desire,
yet surprised she'll come to be when puppeteer is found puppet in indecency.
There she sits on a stool in duplicity, swinging her bare legs encased in shorts.
Her expression?... A sweet smile portraying innocence, you'll see
as Andy and Aria, heads bent together to agree on which outfits best to highlight Aria's exotic looks to artistic humanity.
Vie:Why not just use the scarf to accentuate the hazel flecks in her eyes, while the length can conceal by lying gently across her thighs.
Narrator:Quickly sifting her vision to Andy's face, Aria replies with stunning grace:
Aria:I'm not a prude in any artist's creative endeavors, but let's let Andy say.
I've found him to be extremely clever.
Narrator:You see, Aria already set her sights on Andy. The bench on campus, where Vie and he daily walked, came in very handy.
His height, head and shoulders above many men, had caught her eye in the theatre where she performed often winning admiration for her brilliant talent even though darker, her native skin, fashionably adorned.
Yet, Andy was an enigma to the 'shes'.
His inner turmoil's, first simmering, now heated to boiling to a dangerous degree after his grandparent's death left him quite wealthy.
His tastes in life morphed, as if overnight, quite drastically.
Do you remember initially foretold regarding "the conclusion of the system of things" “Because of the increasing of lawlessness, the love of the greater number will grow cold"? Matt. 24:3, 12.
Each of us is affected. Yes, some like Andy,
With shifts in weather many may find themselves frozen
into spiritual inactivity.
Andy:Aria, how about now forgetting about these additional clothes.
Why not recline on the chaise and I'll sketch while you pose.
Narrator:This he says in a voice cultured smooth as silk causing both Vie and Aria inside to wilt.
Aria noticed Andy to be different. And Vie knew why. His past biblical studies grew him a maturity easy to spy.
Yet, a conscience progressively growing steadily more stained slowly erodes beautiful values once studiously maintained
while difficult to spot,
since in silence habits ungodly cultivated he secretly contained.
However, Andy had developed a way to feed the flames of his sins within, while cool to other's pry.
A sophistication he spins.
But, lately Aria's presence is shaking his façade.
Threatening?... A dip into a common pool: Forsakeallmorals for everyday trends.
Erotic pictures to a hungry mind he nightly feeds. But Aria he'll not relegate to fulfilling thoseanimalistic needs.
So, Vie's instigation into tampering with his virtuous hesitation
has proven successful indeed.
As the three exit with Vie and Andy to divide
Aria, returns home
while Vie continues to Andy's reside...
Narrator:Andy needs A Heart-to-Heart
How real is he do you feel
as sweet honey a healing to weary bones?
Did eyes, heavy hearts rise heaven-high
as warring body torn immerged
reborn to live life selfless;
as really free
liberated to eternity
whether heavenly or earthly it should prove to be?
Or would you rather be left alone to agonize through horrific storms
Everyone's tragedy food for soul?
Black or blue or red meat pummeled
you watch or initiate bold.
Wicked rivalry do you prefer
to consort, distort, report propaganda to divide
hiding cruelty, slickness
ungodliness to abide?
A sparkling mirror miraculously leaned
in one's midst reflects an image
either tainted or clean.
Reveals motives proper and pure or satanically mean.
Yes, makes a distinction in between: the righteous or the wicked.
"Draw close to God, and he will draw close to you.
Act II Scene III Narrator: Andy and Vie stroll the same yesterday scene before all three take center stage
as necessity calls upon Vie to manipulate a connection smoothly to innocently be made.
So off to your left watch Vie protect her web to entangle Andy and Aria and further strengthen it with spidery eggs carefully laid.
Ah! Andy remember the verse once faithfully in totality rehearsed:
"Look out that no one takes you captive by means of the philosophy and empty deception according to human tradition,
according to the elementary things of the world and not according to Christ"? Col. 2:8.
Vie has unique vices, blinded by a pendulum swinging her emotions erratically between love and hate.
Don't be blind! . . .Because “A blind man cannot guide a blind man, can he?
Both will fall into a pit, will they not?" Luke 6:39.
Consider your associates before it's too late....
Vie: (Placing a hand upon his arm, Vie causes Andy to hesitate.)
Andy, look over there. She's there again. And you'll never guess what happened yesterday.
(She leans closer so as Aria not to hear.)
Aria asked for you to paint her portrait! Since such a talented artist you are, dear.
So I gave her your number for she to ask. But maybe it'll be too much for her. A task.
So, just go with the flow.
Surely you'll want to paint her beauty aglow!
Your work to become famous. Your name the world to know.
Narrator: Andy incredulous looks into Vie's upturned face as to wonder: What did you do? When Vie grabs his hand their fingers to lace. Moving him towards Aria already stationed in place.
Vie: Ah! Here he is Aria! The man to paint you.
Narrator: But Andy's a slight bit confused. For in his hand is money Vie left. Him feeling used.
Though, later she'll caustically lie in explain:
"Aria's paying as a patron. Consider it financial gain to attain your own ride since your ornery father refrains!"
However, let's get back to these three.
Aria patiently waiting for Andy to proceed.
Andy: Hi. I'm Andy. You're Aria, I know.
Aria: Yes. So you're a painter desiring greater progress to show?
Vie: And with you as a model with great beauty bestowed, Andy, you can't go wrong! This is so right!...
Oh, I wish I could be there in an atmosphere where inhibitions are relaxed for great relationships to grow.
Narrator: As the curtain closes, a noose tightens for Andy, true.
Now is the time for he to consider closely which path rightly to choose:
Strong associations with ones like-minded in hopes future or his nurtured virtue threatened
maybe him even enjoyably to lose
yet, swiftly trailing guaranteed grievous repercussions varied in scope or degrees of difficulty for anyone even prepared to cope?
Will his free-will well-trained cause him temptation gorgeous
"Whoever trusts in his own heart is stupid, But the one who walks in wisdom will escape." Pro. 18:26.
For: "The heart is more treacherous than anything else and is desperate.
Who can know it? Jer. 17:9.
Those following this tale already know Andy's fate.
However, you must consider Vie's emotional state imitating chaos worldwide
escalating more of late.
Across the revolving backdrop scene images flash of these titles or tragedies in which many today are forced to deal with or relate:
Rescuers resume grim search for dead in flooded Freetown Hundreds join silent London march for fire victims Police Brace for More White Nationalist Rallies, but Have Few Options Driver purposely steers into French pizzeria, killing girl Argentinian Hunter Trampled And Killed By Elephant In Namibia. Yemen cholera cases exceed half a million.
Yes, decisions on who to love; what career to choose while an international world continues on course of a prophecy centuries ago slated:
“Nation will rise against nation.”—Matthew 24:7. “There will be food shortages.”—Matthew 24:7. “There will be great earthquakes.”—Luke 21:11. “In one place after another pestilences.”—Luke 21:11. People will “betray one another and will hate one another. . . . The love of the greater number will cool off.”—Matthew 24:10, 12. “Men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, . . . having no natural affection.”—2 Timothy 3:2, 3.
Yes even: “This good news of the kingdom will be preached in all the inhabited earth.”—Matthew 24:14.
And as student protests on Andy & Aria's campus their budding beginning
to secrecy relegated.
Stay loyally tuned :-).....TO BE RESUMED
Jehovah does not automatically prevent us from falling into temptation. We have to do two things—remain spiritually awake and persist in prayer during these 'Last Days'
Scene IV.Andy in his cell fast asleep on his feet dreaming of his previous tranquil life
outside of jail.
Narrator:"The shrewd one sees the danger and conceals himself, but the inexperienced keep right on going and suffer the consequences."—Prov. 22:3.
Andy knew these words from an ancient Proverb many times heard. Grew up with them.
Yes... Considered by many: an intelligent nerd.
But to this proverb he now thorough witness bears; so utterly true; his agonizing despair due to current catastrophic circumstances spiraling his 6 by 8 feet world.
Funneled, his thoughts, into this black hole of devastation profoundly new.
Let's watch what now happens...
Andy unexpectedly views Aria gliding before him beautifully clad in a dress fiery red in hue. He grips the bars watching like esurient wolves do. Not unlike the youthful thundering brood crowding the auditorium's stage galvanized by Aria's seductive movements, Andy's vision in review.
The crew enraptured as moths to a midnight's flickering flame eager to singe their quivering wings fatefully too.
Andy:Spitfire then ice. No virtue. Just vice. Aria.
I remember that dance--no sweetness. Just spices...
Narrator:Andy recalls his adolescent dreams on his bed. His every night wishes.
Andy follows her performance with his heart, mind, his eyes. As a young man he learned her ways. Then he threw in his righteous dice.
Andy:She whirled; she twirled. Flicked her eyes wondrously towards me.
O' so nice!... Her form setting me free to burst forth and fly through earth's galaxies in sweet exquisite explosive delight!
Narrator:Andy's reveries: every instance in which he saw her. His senses plucked like vibrating strings of a guitarist unleased in a heavy metal band's frenzied final last stream.
Supplied upon idyllic demand Andy begins to sweat. To salivate. Pace his tiny cubicle. A simple twitching in his jaw. A greedy hunger to his gait.
Agitated, although still asleep, like any confined mice spinning their wheels. Craving an unlocked cage door to attain the cheese at whatever the price.
Their mind racing to obstacles overcome in compliance of free-will.
Then tears begin from his eyes to spill when Aria disappears from his gaze as at the end of a romance movie's reel.
Andy's face loses its tension.
He glances around the cell as if of another period of time. Another horrified alien dimension.
He retrieves Aria's letter from the floor. Thinks of all parental guidelines given him before.
Returns to his cot. Picks a few irritating bugs, lice.
Places his head in quivering hands.
Andy: I was naïve.
Raised to be honorable.
He begins to again read Aria's last loving advice. . . TO BE CONT'D
Narrator: Enters. Robed as a judge and king, he unrolls a scroll as in ancient times, after removing its ring. His voice, not lofty, but regal almost sings, as in a distant background you faintly hear a trumpet before beginning to proclaim:
I read this quote in regards to the 21st century and what type life it brings.
Andy & Aria's day... Their love a tragic thing:
"But know this, that in the last days critical times hard to deal with will be here. For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, haughty, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, disloyal, having no natural affection, not open to any agreement, slanderers, without self-control, fierce, without love of goodness, betrayers, headstrong, puffed up with pride, lovers of pleasures rather than lovers of God, having an appearance of godliness but proving false to its power; and from these turn away." 2 Timothy 3:1-5
With these sinful traits the prevalent attitudes of the day, how would love prevail?... Would it endure or always stray?
Let's look in on Andy, sentenced, in prison no longer delayed. Let's hear his thoughts. Glean what he now has to say:
Act I. The Sentence
Scene I. Andy rolled out onto the stage. Pacing like a angered lion agitated in his lonely cage, his 'guns' gripping solid bars in a rage. Anxiety flipping his luxuriant ponytail worn artistically long at his young age.
Andy: When his gravel slammed down behind sad words "25 years" on my life, I felt no anger. Already defeated when I killed my wife.
What future have I with Aria and my 'unborn' son dead? I would gladly trade all my inherited money instead.
To whither away in here for so long?... Why not just end it now?
Today, to be gone!
When I see her blood on my hands, what more is a second in eternity's span?
Why did they not give me 'death'?... How did they know I'd prefer it? Why exist any longer? I will not defer it!
For now left, bereft!... Not just for murder, a thief for my theft.
With my Aria gone...
Scene II: Narrator: At that upon his tiny cot in its dank corner he wept until exhausted. For a brief moment slept.
Wheeled off the stage in a vision or dream, we see Aria pregnant arrive on an earthly scene.
Paused at a dark window opened to midnight see, she in a silken green negligée turned her back on this starry glorious scene.
Her forehead in wrinkle betraying a frown; she slowly sits dejectedly down at a desk to compose a letter grave; not, serene. All-the-while emitting soft cries and stroking her belly, gazing thoughtfully at what she wrote, wistfully, at intervals in between.
The wording she found difficult, but she needed to write, about their love which strong existed, before they commenced to argue plus regularly fight.
This, of course, started brewing whenever 'she' entered. A gloom. Whether physically or mentally. A wickedness commenced to all consume. Her beauty was poignant. Her intelligence, bright. But when she slyly appeared, she caused Aria intense fright.
No. Aria's no coward. Possessed looks of her own. A wisdom profound. Men couldn't leave her alone.
Yet, in regards to Andy she seemed to lose precious sight. His love she possessed ardently, whole-souled, though labeled by most adults an insidious blight.
She'd not wisely acknowledge: his forcefulness left her cold. For her insides were ignited like embers blazing; not felt to ever wane old. Although, the goals in her life were buried ever so deep. His attention left her no room or time them to nourish nor seek.
But, O what a splendor his love! Made her bloom. To the heavens to peak.
As she sealed the sad letter, she knew it was through. But for baby unborn, necessity was due.
So Aria stands; then exits the stage in a pensive, strange daze; as Andy reappears. Awakened from his somber haze, as a guard hands him the letter.
We encounter an Andy confused yet hungrily amazed... TO BE CONT'D