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Journalist: |
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I suddenly noticed the body of a parson, lying on the ground in a ruined churchyard. I felt unable to leave him to the mercy of the Red Weed and I decided to bury him decently. |
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Beth: |
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Nathaniel! Nathaniel! |
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Journalist: |
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The parson's eyes flickered open. He was alive! |
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Beth: |
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Nathaniel! I saw the church burst in to flame! Are you all right? |
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Parson: |
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Don't touch me! |
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Beth: |
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But it's me, Beth, your wife! |
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Parson: |
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No! You're one of them. A devil! |
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Beth: |
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(to Journalist) He's delirious |
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Parson: |
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Lies! I saw the devil's sign. |
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Beth: |
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What are you saying? |
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Parson: |
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The green flash in the sky. His demons were here all along, in our hearts and souls, just waiting for a sign from him. And now they're destroying our world. |
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Beth: |
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But they're not devils, they're Martians. |
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Journalist: |
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We must leave here |
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Beth: |
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Look! A house is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. |
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Journalist: |
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We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. |
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Martians: |
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Ulla! |
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Beth: |
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Dear God - help us! |
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Parson: |
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The voice of the devil is heard in our land! |
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Parson: |
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Listen, do you hear them drawing near |
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In their search for the sinners? |
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Feeding on the power of our fear |
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And the evil within us. |
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Incarnation of Satan's creation of all that we dread |
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When the demons arrive |
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Those alive would be better off dead! |
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Beth: |
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There must be something worth living for |
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There must be something worth trying for |
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Even some things worth dying for |
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And if one man could stand tall |
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There would be hope for us all |
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Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man |
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Parson: |
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Once there was a time when I believed |
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Without hesitation |
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That the power of love and truth could conquer all |
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In the name of salvation |
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Tell me what kind of weapon is love when it comes to the fight? |
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And just how much protection is truth against all Satan's might? |
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Beth: |
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There must be something worth living for |
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There must be something worth trying for |
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Even some things worth dying for |
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And if one man could stand tall |
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There would be some hope for us all |
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Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man |
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People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. |
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Parson: |
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Didn't I warn them this would happen? |
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Be on your guard I said |
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For the evil one never rests |
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I said exorcise the devil |
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But no, they wouldn't listen |
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The demons inside them grew and grew |
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Until Satan gave his signal |
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And destroyed the world we knew! |
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Beth: |
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No, Nathaniel, |
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Oh no, Nathaniel |
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No, Nathaniel, no |
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There must be more to life |
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There has to be a way |
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That we can restore to life |
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The love we used to know |
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Nathaniel, no |
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There must be more to life |
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There has to be a way |
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We can restore to life |
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The light that we have lost |
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Parson: |
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Now darkness has descended on our land |
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And all your prayers cannot save us |
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Like fools we've let the devil take command |
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Of the souls that God gave us. |
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To the altar of evil like lambs to the slaughter we're led |
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When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! |
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Beth: |
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There must be something worth living for. |
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Parson: |
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No, there is nothing! |
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Beth: |
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There must be something worth trying for. |
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Parson: |
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I don't believe it's so. |
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Beth: |
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Even some things worth dying for, |
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And if one man could stand tall, |
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There would be hope for us all, |
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Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. |
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Parson: |
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Forget about goodness and mercy, they're gone. |
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Didn't I warn them... |
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Pray I said |
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Destroy the devil I said... |
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They wouldn't listen |
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I could have saved the world |
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But now it's too late |
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Too late! |
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Beth: |
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No, Nathaniel |
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Oh no, Nathaniel |
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No, Nathaniel, no |
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There must be more to life |
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There has to be a way |
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That we can restore to life |
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The love we used to know |
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Nathaniel, no |
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There must be more to life |
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There has to be a way |
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That we can restore to life |
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The light that we have lost |
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Parson: |
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Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! |
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Journalist: |
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The Martians spent the night making a new machine. It was a squat, metallic spider with huge, articulated claws. But it too had a hood in which a Martian sat. I watched it pursuing some people across a field. It caught them nimbly and tossed them in to a great metal basket upon its back. |
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Parson: |
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Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? |
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There is a curse on Mankind, |
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We may as well be resigned, |
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To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. |
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Journalist: |
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As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
