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The footsteps padded closer 

Quietly picking up the tempo 

A sudden  pause hung endlessly upon the air

Just as instantly my heart was thrusted from my body

A searing pain traversing every vein in my body

Insisting God didn't  exist

Where is your  God now? They bated me

"WAITING." I answered with a smile 

"I forgive you."

Escaped from my lips 

Unable to move

"YOUR GOD IS DEAD!"

I sunk into peaceful silence 

and believed with absolute certainty 

It would  be any time now...

I woke up in a white washed room 

Sunllight trickling in from a sliver of exposed  window

A nurse also swathed in white entered. 

That's  quite a beating you took back there

I don't know how you managed it?

Wheres the doctor? I asked.

I'm afraid you wont be seeing him any more.

Why not? 

It seems something happened.

He kept screaming 

GOD IS NOT DEAD! 

down the hall

And hasn't been back since.

What'll happen to me? 

You're going home. 

Home? 

Yes.

Why? 

We've lost our funding. 

Oh? 

But this was my last chance 

For what? 

To prove to myself that God exists!

Well I'm sorry. I'm afraid I cant help you with that.

But since your cancers are all in remission I'm sure

You'll have many more chances. 

The rest was silence permeated by padded footsteps 

And a sudden pause that hung endlesslly in the air.