I OFFER YOU THE INFORMATION ABOUT THESE TWO CHOICES:
GOD'S CREATION
OR
GOD'S DAMNATION
Nonplussed.
Stoic.
Unmoved.
GOD'S CREATION
OR
GOD'S DAMNATION
Nonplussed.
Stoic.
Unmoved.
It doesn't matter if this is a few months old, a few years or has been going since before I was even born. It is happening and it should not be. It's true nature has been revealed. I am not God but I would fight for Him because I am Brogeta. I would say, "I am not worthy but say the word and I am lifted up." God fights for our souls and I fight for Him. It is God that fights too. The commander in chief has a much importance on the field of battle, making war against old, ancient, decrepit and perverted evil as every individual grunt like myself. Let the star fall to Earth and let His Order sound throughout and within in all the cosmos. Let His Glory shine like some blinding light from the hill to guide me from the halls of sleep. To vanquish evil from all the lands for eternity? I'd believe it with absolute, unshakable faith. We will never forget in all the days to come. Would this be for the simplistic task of eliminating a dark foe in His Name? I'd do it without question.
You filthy infidel scum. I'll beat you (yes YOU, not the little girl you possess, not her flesh but YOURS) so far into submission you'll be nothing but a silent, still, toothless and bruised pile of rotting flesh picked apart by the buzzards before I finish you off for attempting to corrupt my name. Pronounce it right and I'll make it easier for you or don't even dare say it out loud but keep your forked tongue behind your lips where it belongs. Here, let me say it clearly in my mind and write it in the English language to make you doubly sure.
You filthy infidel scum. I'll beat you (yes YOU, not the little girl you possess, not her flesh but YOURS) so far into submission you'll be nothing but a silent, still, toothless and bruised pile of rotting flesh picked apart by the buzzards before I finish you off for attempting to corrupt my name. Pronounce it right and I'll make it easier for you or don't even dare say it out loud but keep your forked tongue behind your lips where it belongs. Here, let me say it clearly in my mind and write it in the English language to make you doubly sure.
Br - Aw - Jh - Eet - Ah
Yes, that's right. You watch me suffer in abject humiliation, grief, isolation and injustice. You wait and see how much I'm willing to endure. This is my special way of protesting you. Of getting back what fucking belongs to me. By doing absolutely nothing and letting God taking care of this part just like I know He would. You would say, "Take to the streets! Organize people! Get a cause rolling behind the fact that we're all in on your Truman Show hex!" Oh, how you'd just ramble on endlessly to discourage me at the end and make me feel like I'm any less than what I am. You'd make my very eyes deceive me! You would say that the very victims of a holocaust are merely wallowing in self pity as they lay down to their bones atop their hard beds are responsible for their own plights. Yes, that's right baby. I think about you all the fucking time. I know this can be unimaginably worse. That I could be getting my very flesh torn apart as I'm "reconfigured" endlessly with no sign as to when it would end to serve your master's purposes. That I could be forced to whittle away to nothing in a chair and force fed gruel for decades. The list of your methods is endless as it is petty. I want you to know something. What I have in store for you is the most painful thing to experience possible outside of God's Hell itself. Qi energy! Allow me to describe God's Hell for the inept.
- If you are bothering me or anyone else, you are not there yet.
- If you are there, it is to stay there for good.
- The Dead Zone Universe and The Torture Cubes combined pale in comparison.
- If you are there, you are not happy.
- When you are there, you are not removed from the presence of God. Quite the contrary. You are, in fact, in the presence of God's Damnation.
- When you are there, you fucking know it.
- When you are there, you have no fucking say in what is going to happen to you or when. You made the choice of being sent there forever and now you have to suffer for it.
- When you are there, your plans will come to absolute ruin and everything you do will be shat right back all over your face and if you so much as open your worm hole to issue any sort of complaint it's made worse. A lot worse.
Happiness =\= Misery
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