But the capital city of Home of the Dome, as the angels call it Veelo and the minions called it Geelo, would grow and grow and the dome miraculously became larger and larger with ladders made by the Evergrowing Evergreens and they made domettes and domers to live with their kin and continue attaining water from the falls oh so many to feed the minions that had created the land. The minions would guide them and everything was created by the living angels from what every single hard working fallen angel had allowed to be created. There were no hammers or saws, a splash of water and it was created. When a waterfall would seize up and freeze on a oldish night, which they would every two months, the angels would pray to the minions who created.
Oh though those,
who we once threw away
please speak with us now
and forget all the pain
You have given us it all
and we have taken it humbly
for when you freeze we pray
and please let us feed you again
We feed you your creation
We feed you with love
We feed you with our prayers
And remember, who thou were and thus.
And the waterfalls began to rush and more water came than before, and the minions remembered just who they were. An angel, not demon nor fat cat nor beasts, they were people just like you and me. People in peace.
The dome was infinite and many made more from different lands but there would never be a Geelo quite like it again. For these minions were those who began something new. To perish their sins and make themselves true. No industry, no fights, no people making wrongs nor mis-rights. No sympathy for the outsiders drinking rum and scotch and cognac, no death, no forgets or dismay. A utopia thus was made.
And every angel ate what the minions provided. Apples, litche, spirals and flambe. No one grew fat, no one unhealthy, no one left hungry or unhampered or even unfed for a day. The angels looked back at the time when they would not see centre and held hands all together one daily time to the minions of misplay, which were not the minions who got in the way.
Now don't get over anxious, since this story is being told, you create your own dome and you share it with those. A tea or coffee, or remmy or lisp, drink it all slowly and be in the company of the minions, forever to hold. Forever in the midst.
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