The church bells are ringing and seemingly god just spoke via a utube video saying..

I woke from a strawberry moon to visit lolas grave and lola and sat listening to a video with images like the church surrounding me, saying they tried to destroy you as those that joined a gang of spies and interferrers walked by smiley and polite, the ones that came the minute lola died asking where she was not because they love and care for her or even know her name but because they ganged up smirking laughing surrounding us putting dogs on their menu. Then
Church bells rang. When a l9cal with child came saying flatten graves make a park the dead are gone mourners don't need them as lola lay dead at my feet in a hole I just dug, the bees buzzed so loud in the belltower I thought it was a ride on lawn mower.
The bells just rung. I never heard them ring at 9.56 on a Wednesday but the full moon brought gods voice in a video, local spies and dog devourers birds poppies sunshine and church bells. Then one of the congregation arrived with his limping dog saying he couldn't be bothered to go to his usual church and came to the mortuary chapel instead. We discussed our admiration for scaffolders who must have physical and mental ability and I recounted a tale of picking up a scaffolding pole to prop up a stone using the power of stress from engaging with a passing local who was from a gang that thought my presence in the chapel worthy of bullying like a gang of kids as they applauded a kid climbing the war memorial , smashing love gifts for the dead. I've learnt to use stress caused by crazy locals who can't bare me to be in the abandoned church fixing it and want it themselves. As I marched to the scaffolding pole picking it up and swinging it to place it where required the man turned causing me to ask DO YOU WANT A FIGHT? His face nearly fell off when he saw me raise a giant pole with ease like a sword, but that was just divine timing, I was simply stopping the chapel collapsing warding off evil as I worked picking up a pole.