the hall is filled with holy men. the dais, crammed with deities maestros of mayhem are orchestrating a phoney symphony green and saffron spotlights are on.
and then… out of nowhere they appear, the gods of war! avoiding the eyes of cameras, they wink at each other wickedly
and then… they embrace and start to shower grace upon the human race
amidst all this cacophony devil descends from heaven. he, who else, is the master of ceremony. after fluttering a white dove and a black raven. he takes over the show “friends, moron, holy men lend me your fears for i have come to bury peace and not to praise it…”
the crowd goes crazy, they cheer in full frenzy. devil wags his tail in response and starts to announce
“this years prize for peace goes to… (pause) unfortunately the prize for the peace goes to….. humanity but….. fortunately, it will be given posthumously.” (curtain)