While walking the streets late one night I saw a ghost 
approaching me. He told me about the life he lived and 
how he died a sorry death.

I recognized him as a most famous man I had seen so 
much on television. A man who stood for what is true 
and right. He built the world's momentum.

He said...He told me... of that fateful day when his 
life was taken from him. How everything was in slow 
motion and he could see the bullet coming and he knew 
he was going to die. 

But before he did he quickly prayed and asked if he 
could stay. And now he's trapped in another dimension 
seeking vengeance on those that killed him. And the 
number was 60 million.

He convinced me that they should die for what they had 
done to him. And that he could not rest ... unless ... 
and until ... I would appease him.

was a righteous man.

He told me of the vilian who planned his execution. How 
he had exploited him and ruined his reputation.

I knew that I must. And that it was just. I had to 
destroy a nation.

He lead me to a secret place where was a giant plane 
and upon it a giant bomb the size of of football field.

He read to me for hours a list of all the people I 
would kill.

He instructed me and briefed me on the mechanics.

The first thing I knew it was Christmas day. I flew 
over the country, that was my prey. We laughed and 
joked about how soon it would all be blown away. I 
pressed a button and all of a sudden I was a ghost too.

We were surrounded by angels and we looked down the 
portals to see what we had wrought.

"Fallen, fallen is Babylon the great!"

"Vengeance is mine!", saith the LORD