And on that day before Easter, <br />the angel came down from Heaven, <br />looked at the people of the small town <br />and decided that only one strategy <br />could possibly be successful. <br /> <br />The angel was a she-angel, of course, <br />she was more familiar with in-fighting <br />and the various game of intrigue, played <br />not only on earth but also up above, <br />which means where the rain don't fall... <br /> <br />After a brief but mandatory check with <br />God himself, it was decided that, <br />'killing with kindness' would be employed. <br />And, lo and behold, in the name of the father, <br />it worked as predicted and hoped for. <br /> <br />In the end, there was one dead angel, <br />a crowd of recently deceased citizens, <br />and the gigantic mess left by an early demise <br />of The Dead Poets' Society. Struth. <br /> <br />And God, in his infinite wisdom, <br />decided to strike the word 'kindness', <br />as he had done once before, in the war <br />of thirty years, which had seen the end <br />of said war, and he told all the angels <br />that kindness was an impractical tool, <br />not to be used again, ever and ever. <br /> <br />After all, God had made man after <br />his own image and, presumably, <br />after his own heart.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/killing-with-kindness/
