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Warning: This is merely a moment of creative writeing and ONLY creative writeing. It is not the creation of a new religion so please don't take it out of context or go nuts or anything. And to those who might think that I'm putting words in Christs mouth. Guess what? You started it.

Jesus Christs Suicide
by Meg Ryan

There is an old apartment building in New York ready to be demolished this afternoon. Inside the building is a man, walking from hallway to hallway trying to find a room. The man is 30 but looks to be 50. His clothes are worn out and dirty, his hair is long but knotted. Everything around him is grey, the building is grey, the light seeping into the windows is grey and even he is grey. The only thing that lights up from all the grey dullness are his eyes. His eyes are a mix of every color; blue, orange, green,purple,gold and every other color you can think of. The man is carrying only three things in his hands while searching for the one perfect room, peices of paper a pencil and a long peice of rope.
After about an hour or so of looking through the building he finally finds a room on the west side of the building at the end of the hall on the third floor. He walks in and smiles a little when he sees whats in the room. He found exactly what he was looking for, apparently he wanted a big room with a chair on the far left and table to the far right. It seemed like it was familiar to him. The man takes the chair and pulls it to where the table is. He then sits down on the chair and sets the paper on the table, the smile he had was gone and replaced with clear tears as he writes on the paper.

"Dear Humanity,
I don't know what to do anymore, I've tried to fix this world twice and yet you never listen. I don't even know if I should either apologize to you or have my father punish you. So I shall do neither, this will be the last document that I shall write. After this I will not come back and you are all on your own. I shall tell you my second life story and why I have come to this.
It all started with an argument between me and my father. I argued with him that I should go back and help everyone again. My father told me that it was to late for the human race, they don't want help and they don't deserve help. "But they are your children" I told him "and my brothers and sisters". My father could not argue with this. "Then go my son" he said with his deep heavenly voice "and try to help your brothers and sisters again but I warn you, your brothers and sisters will not treat you as they did before". "We should make a bet on that old man" I said foolishly. "You send me to the most horrible place in the world and I will do my best." My father replied "Very well my son, I shall send you to the most horrible place in the world where the most rotten, greedy, sinners live.... The United States of America." I accepted the challenge, with great stupidity on my mind.
I started out as any one of you might, I was born to a nice southern family in Arkansa, I ate and I played but the trouble all started when I went to school. When I started school I thought it was the perfect time to show off the first miracle, bringing a dead bird back to life.
I was lucky to come upon one on the highway as I walked to school so I put it in my backpack and went off. I decided to show it to my teacher first so she can then tell my classmates and the other teachers about the wonderful thing I performed. It didn't turn out that way at all. I showed her after everyone went out for recess, I showed her the miracle of life but she didn't get thrilled or anything. She instead ran around the school in fear and yelling "WITCH WITCH!!! HE"S A ******** HEATHEN! HE'S A MOTHER ******** HEATHEN! HE PERFORMED A SATANIC RITUAL ON ME! BURN HIM! BURN HIM!" Luckily for me no one believed her nor did they believe the other teachers that I showed the miracle to. People thought they were crazy and it turns out I have sent about 3 teachers to the nut house. Thats when I decided to stop doing the miricale.
When I turned 15 I realized that I was falling for boys more then I was falling for girls. I asked my father "God" in prayer that night why I was feeling this way. My father told me it was because he made me come back as a homosexual. I asked him why he did this and he told me that I would learn in time.
I did learn in a fast amount of time, the next day I decided to make a move on a boy whom I thought liked me. I thought there was nothing wrong with it besides my parents always told me about loving girls so why not boys? I found the answer quickly when I asked the guy out and he went crying to the princibals office. The principal then called me to come into the office and asked if the story was true. I said yes I had no reason to lie. The principal then asked me to leave and return home. I did but by the time I got home my stuff was sitting on the lawn. I could hear "mom" crying be hind the door. I knocked and my "father" yelled " We don't want you here anymore you f*****t." I never felt more betrayed in my life. Even Judas would never have done such an awful thing to me. I was hurt so I decided to live with my lesbian cousin Mary who lived in New York. No one in the family talked about her. I had to learn about her from old family albulms.
I first had to get a job so I could afford a plane ticket, but the whole town heard about me being a homosexual and no one would hire me. I had to walk miles in order to get a job, I ended up working for a nice black lady named Suesy who owned a trucker restaurant rightfully named "Suesy Que's Truck Stop". She took me in and feed me and gave me a nice paying job. I only had to work for her for a little while in order to get the plane tickets, she even closed down the restaurant to drive me to the airport beings I couldn't drive yet. I thank her everyday and I hope to see her again in heaven.
When I got to New York I was thrilled, the neighborhood that my cousin lived in was filled with nice people. The life I had in New York was wonderful, I worked at the coffe shop with my cousin I had my own room and I was finally finishing school.
I had ten long years of happiness until the building was set for demolition. Everyone in the apartment building had to leave and it is that building that I am writeing this story in today. We were forced into the streets and while my cousin could afford another apartment, I couldn't. A had only $50 in my savings account and I needed it for food. I thought I could get more money from working at the coffee shop but that too lost buisness and I couldn't find another job. I ended up living in a box and pretty soon I started to socialize with other homeless people and while most of them were crazy I have found some who were very wise and all I could do for them was cure them of diseases and fix broken bones. When they first saw me do these miracles I asked why they didn't run in fear? They simply told me that they've seen a lot of crazy s**t in their lifes.
When I turned 25 I decided to give my last chance at proving to everyone that I was Jesus. I decided out of shear stupidity to run up to the stairs of the capital building and yell "THE HOLY SON HAS ARRIVED! I HAVE COME TO MAKE WRONG RIGHT I HAVE COME TO HELP THE DEFENSELESS I HAVE....." and before I could finish five policemen tackled me and arrested me.
The rest in just pain and realization that my father was both right and wrong. There are people who deserve help but there are more who don't. You're all to ate up about whether you're going to heaven or hell that you don't stop to think about each other and I feel that most of this is my fault. I thought I was doing good, I thought dieing for the sins of man kind would stop all of the sin but I was wrong. People still die in my name and I think this is the lesson my father wanted me to learn. I think he has been more hurt by this then I have by these rash actions of our "true" believers. You all need to learn to help yourselves before you get the help of the lord and I don't mean by converting people. I mean by being a real Catholic, Christian, Buddhist or whatever you worship and HELP people by giving them food or a home or not letting an a*****e run for president. You all need to remember that you created me and you created my father so you are all far more powerful then the two of us combined.
I am now going to die, not as a sacrifice but a a suicide.
I love you all and I hope at least someone learned from my life and what really truely saddens me is. This is all I can do.
I love you all,
Jesus "tap dancing" Christ"

The man "whom we have all come to learn is the holy son" puts the pencil down and takes the papers and stuffs it in an envelope that was hidden in his pocket. He writes on the envelope "To Anyone Who Cares" and puts it on the table. He then drags the chair away from the table and stands on it. He wraps the rope around a beam on the ceiling and ties it. He then wraps the rope around his neck and kicks the chair from under him. There was nothing but silence.
About five hours later a group of policemen were called about someone going into the deserted building and were asked to check it out before the demolition could begin. All of the policemen went into the building and searched the rooms. One policeman found the man hanging and instead of calling to the others he instead read what he thought was a suicide note. After reading all the pages he became insulted and threw the papers in a ball at the hanging body and yell "I hope you burn in hell you gay heathen!" The policeman walked out of the door and locked it. When he was asked if he found someone he simply said no and the demolition went off as planned.
Meanwhile Jesus was still in the building, but it wasn't being destroyed in fact it was filled with furniture. It appeared that Jesus was back in heaven. He looked around to make sure he was back home when he realized that there was a wrinkled up ball of paper in the corner of the room. He picked it up and unfolded it and realized it was it was his letter. "It must have died with me." he said "Some moron must have gotten all mad and thrown it away, well I guess they ******** themselves no point in me worrying about or doing anything about it. ******** I'm dead, why should I care?" He then threw away the paper and went on with his life.