Prayer

They talked about the Golden Fleece and kept on their small farm some geese but only their pubescent niece was kind enough to pray for peace. The hay inside the barn grew old and grew the smell of musty mold. One day the farm was simply sold in an exchange for shiny gold. The niece stayed back to hope and pray the geese fell ill to her dismay. Their cattle ate the rotten hay and died as someone had to pay. The Gods sent storms and heavy rain to wash away the tears and pain the farm blew down, the end was plain Gods always seem to act in vain. The praying niece was suffocated all life had been obliterated. The Devil though had contemplated that Heaven was quite overrated. Is there a lesson here to learn? Imprinted like a rubber burn. For those whose introvert concern, to pray. No Flyer Points to earn.