A monk was concentrating upon God
In front of a vamp’s house
Whenever a visitor came
He would pick up a stone and threw it
Years rolled on and the stones piled up
The monk became old and the vamp sick
There was a huge heap of stones
The monk would look at it in surprise
The dooms day arrived
The monk was sent to hell
And the vamp to heaven
What a Paradoxical judgement!
The monk asked God
“Why did you send me to hell
And the vamp to heaven”?
God replied,” you concentrated on her fraud
But she concentrated on God.
She dedicated her soul to me
And only her body to the visitors”
Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 7:00 AM UTC
A monk was concentrating upon God
In front of a vamp’s house
Whenever a visitor came
He would pick up a stone and threw it
Years rolled on and the stones piled up
The monk became old and the vamp sick
There was a huge heap of stones
The monk would look at it in surprise
The dooms day arrived
The monk was sent to hell
And the vamp to heaven
What a Paradoxical judgement!
The monk asked God
“Why did you send me to hell
And the vamp to heaven”?
God replied,” you concentrated on her fraud
But she concentrated on God.
She dedicated her soul to me
And only her body to the visitors”
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