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  <title>Comments on 'It Is Not Finished'</title>
  <subtitle>Simon felt something move next to him, and turned to look. A raptor stood next to him, a beatific, sinuous creature with ironically soulful slitted eyes.

&amp;quot;Yo, Dad,&amp;quot; Billy Christ said, &amp;quot;I haven't forsaken you.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Me neither,&amp;quot; said a gorgeous, pulsing coelenterate. It took Simon a minute to place him: Steve Christ, from World Two. Simon looked around and saw his five sons, the five martyrs of the five worlds he'd made.

He didn't understand, he'd only created one Savior on purpose, and only so he could build the Army Of Souls to save Angela.

&amp;quot;Yeah, but that was an act of Love, Dad,&amp;quot; said Ashmagis Christ, a two-foot tall rodent with rabbit ears and golden eyes that endlessly and unconditionally forgave and adored Simon and everything else they fell upon. &amp;quot;You're such a softy underneath the whole badass wizard shtick, you couldn't help making worlds you loved. And that was, like, the dustmote that starts a snowflake.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;So we're all here for ya, Daddy-O,&amp;quot; Wook Christ twittered as he landed on Simon's shoulder.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-04-10T21:04:18Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on It Is Not Finished</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I would think 5 Christs could be very helpful, but not so much in a violent way. Unless they think this is like short-changing people on Temple grounds. :)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be some good stuff when they see the other cross-over angels, too.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-10T21:04:18Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Alexa &#9829;</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on It Is Not Finished</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Oh, and yes, I noticed that there are only four Jesi in this ficlet.  Someone else can come up with the last Christ if they&amp;#8217;d like.  Oh, and no, I have utterly no idea where this goes next or how five Christs are any use at all.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/27140?basename=55181</id>
    <published>2008-04-09T01:24:26Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Howie Amourscow</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/user_396</uri>
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    <title type="text">Comment on It Is Not Finished</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;My little tap on the ball. Please don&amp;#8217;t wait for me to add anything else, I&amp;#8217;m only here occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The title is, of course, a play on Jesus&amp;#8217; last words according to The Gospel Of John.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-09T01:21:46Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Howie Amourscow</name>
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