Talents

Is he dead?

What happened? What happened?

He's dead. No, he's not.

What happened to him?

Look at his eyes.

What's wrong with his eyes?

What is wrong with his eyes?

Oh my God.

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13 “Therefore stay alert, because you do not know the day or the hour. 14 For it is like a man going on a journey, who summoned his slaves and entrusted his property to them. 15 To one he gave five talents, to another two, and to another one, each according to his ability. Then he went on his journey. 16 The one who had received five talents went off right away and put his money to work270 and gained five more. 17 In the same way, the one who had two gained two more. 18 But the one who had received one talent went out and dug a hole in the ground and hid his master’s money in it, and the worms ate at the talent 19 After a long time, the master of those slaves came and settled his accounts with them. 20 The one who had received the five talents came and brought five more, saying, ‘Sir, you entrusted me with five talents. See, I have gained five more.’ 21 His master answered, ‘Well done, good and faithful slave! You have been faithful in a few things. I will put you in charge of many things. Enter into the joy of your master.’ 22 The one with the two talents also came and said, ‘Sir, you entrusted two talents to me. See, I have gained two more.’ 23 His master answered, ‘Well done, good and faithful slave! You have been faithful with a few things. I will put you in charge of many things. Enter into the joy of your master.’ 24 Then the one who had received the one talent came and said, ‘Sir, I knew that you were a hard man, harvesting where you did not sow, and gathering where you did not scatter seed, 25 so I was afraid, and I went and hid your talent in the ground. See, you have what is yours.’ 26 But his master answered, ‘Evil and lazy slave! So you knew that I harvest where I didn’t sow and gather where I didn’t scatter? 27 Then you should have deposited my money with the bankers, and on my return I would have received my money back with interest! 28 Therefore take the talent from him and give it to the one who has ten. 29 For the one who has will be given more, and he will have more than enough. But the one who does not have, even what he has will be taken from him. 30 And throw that worthless slave into the outer darkness, and set my demon onto him.
30 There will be much weeping and gnashing of teeth’” (Matthew 25:13-30).


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A terrible scream broke through the night.

No ! Please. No! Who are you ? What are you? What do you want from me?
Speak ! Why won't you speak?

There was a deathly chill in the air.
The figure removed his hood.

The boy gasped, and fell back, horrified.

He began screaming again.

The figure raised his hand and flung his scythe.
The screaming stopped, abruptly.
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Nathaniel 25:13-30

You want to know who I am?

I am the boy who watched you grow up; the one who watched as you excelled in everything you touched; who gasped with wonder and amazement at the smallest of your feats. I am the sister who stayed up all night, doing your work, while you slept.I am the brother who stood by; and watched with a pride that knows no words, as you climbed higher and higher. I cried Ben, and I gave thanks to God, for the wonders that He had bestowed on you.

And as I cried, I wept.

I am the father who cut out his arm so that you may have whatever you wanted. I am the one who wept as he saw his only son, the son for whom he would die, turn into the worst sort of abomination possible.

I am Nathaniel.

Your father, has not known proper sleep for the past three years. Your mother cries herself to bed every night.

You disgust me.
Pathetic excuse for a soul;
you disgust me.

He gave you everything. Everything!
Who are you to throw it away?

So much of talent, so many gifts; you were like a prince, like a God-His favourite child. And what did you do?
What did you do?

You squandered it all away like a filthy, ungrateful animal.

You drank. You smoked. You did weed. You shacked up with every wench that would have you.

Have you no shame? Have you no honour?


What right have you got that entitles you to fritter away that which is not yours?
Who are you to decide that that which He has given you is fit only to be used to get your next whore into bed?

No man has the right to choose to waste his talents. They are not his, to begin with.
No such man deserves to live.

I pity you Ben; you had it all, and in a few minutes, when I carve out your heart and leave you here- you're going to wish you were dead.

You are dead to me now,
brother.

The master does not forgive.

Ayin tachat ayin.