yond all question that a
human being has a soul, but before I do that I want you to prove
to yourself that you have a heart.
You must develop within yourself superior mentality so that you can understand true economics and create an unselfish desire within you to give Justice to Everybody. You must do as God wants you to do and not as the Gold worshipping Devilmen want you to do.
You must realize that your life is ebbing away. Now listen to the Clock. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock; another nick, another nick, another nick in your life. Your body weakens and staggers. The tick and the nick finally comes that breaks you down.
You are falling. You are dying. Your senses are fading away. You can no longer see the clock but you can hear it tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
You wonder what is going to happen to you. As your eyes are closing you see myriads of things you had never noticed before. You see the figures of little babies everywhere. They look thin and emaciated. Their little arms and hands are outstretched. Their eyes are filled with tears. Their little mouths are wide open, pitifully gesticulating for food. You hear their weak cries for milk, milk, milk. You see their empty milk bottles—millions of them. They writhe with torture and pain. Then you see beyond, them. God, what is that terrible sight! You see Devilmen pouring milk into the sewers. Can it be possible? Yes there it is, true as life, oceans of milk that God had sent for the babies, destroyed by the Devilmen as millions of them die before you.
Oh, God! You cry: I could have helped to save those babies but I did not. Have mercy on my soul.
You rub your eyes and the scene changes—you see millions of feeble old folks everywhere around you. They are emaciated and forlorn. They are the parents of the people now in their prime. They have been neglected and abused most frightfully. Strong brutes have taken their homes away from them. Taken their beds from them. Taken their food from them. They are tottering and falling everywhere for the want of nourishment. It is pitiful. You try not to see it but you can’t get away from it. It is the last horrible picture of civilization that you are taking out of this miserable world with you. What a living hell, you mutter. You had never noticed these things when you were strong and successful. Then you wish you could go back and do your duty but it is too late. You turned away your chance when you had it.
You are now dying. God have mercy you groan. Something says, why did you not show mercy yourself? The sound of the clock is getting fainter. You can hardly hear it. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. Your chance to do good on Earth has gone. Tick tock, you are dead.
The Original Benefactor
You must develop within yourself superior mentality so that you can understand true economics and create an unselfish desire within you to give Justice to Everybody. You must do as God wants you to do and not as the Gold worshipping Devilmen want you to do.
You must realize that your life is ebbing away. Now listen to the Clock. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock; another nick, another nick, another nick in your life. Your body weakens and staggers. The tick and the nick finally comes that breaks you down.
You are falling. You are dying. Your senses are fading away. You can no longer see the clock but you can hear it tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
You wonder what is going to happen to you. As your eyes are closing you see myriads of things you had never noticed before. You see the figures of little babies everywhere. They look thin and emaciated. Their little arms and hands are outstretched. Their eyes are filled with tears. Their little mouths are wide open, pitifully gesticulating for food. You hear their weak cries for milk, milk, milk. You see their empty milk bottles—millions of them. They writhe with torture and pain. Then you see beyond, them. God, what is that terrible sight! You see Devilmen pouring milk into the sewers. Can it be possible? Yes there it is, true as life, oceans of milk that God had sent for the babies, destroyed by the Devilmen as millions of them die before you.
Oh, God! You cry: I could have helped to save those babies but I did not. Have mercy on my soul.
You rub your eyes and the scene changes—you see millions of feeble old folks everywhere around you. They are emaciated and forlorn. They are the parents of the people now in their prime. They have been neglected and abused most frightfully. Strong brutes have taken their homes away from them. Taken their beds from them. Taken their food from them. They are tottering and falling everywhere for the want of nourishment. It is pitiful. You try not to see it but you can’t get away from it. It is the last horrible picture of civilization that you are taking out of this miserable world with you. What a living hell, you mutter. You had never noticed these things when you were strong and successful. Then you wish you could go back and do your duty but it is too late. You turned away your chance when you had it.
You are now dying. God have mercy you groan. Something says, why did you not show mercy yourself? The sound of the clock is getting fainter. You can hardly hear it. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. Your chance to do good on Earth has gone. Tick tock, you are dead.
The Original Benefactor