The only sound
in the courtroom was the muffled clanging of the archangel’s bronze wings. One by one, the missiles gave their
testimony.
The Lord nodded,
white beard wagging. “You were only
following orders. You cannot be held
accountable.”
The next defendants
were the generals, mirrored sunglasses shattering as they tried to reflect the
glory of the assembled jury.
“How do you
plead?” said the Lord.
“We are
greedy and cowardly, just as you made us.”
“Yes,” said
the Lord, “that is true.” And he nodded
his head and waggled his beard, and the silence in the courtroom stretched on.
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