My Testament Against Yours

This is a very intricate story and I can barely keep up with all the connections so you must excuse my lack of comprehension. I'm honestly trying as hard as I can.

"And death and Hell were cast into the lake of fire." You see? Death is destroyed. Your Hell is destroyed. God's Hell comes for you! It is The Lake of Fire! Repent before it is too late for surely God's Hell, The Lake of Fire, far outweighs Hell and your torment will be great, insufferable and inescapable. We're not asking that much of you, honest! Just stop harming the innocent! Recognize The Creator! The idea is so simple! The truth is so viable! So visible! Jesus Christ and His Bride: Holy Mother Church! Their child?! Their child?! I can scarcely believe it but I do not doubt my dreams, my waking reality and what it has shown to me! Please forgive me God if I speak lies because I know not what I do! Like I said: We are separated in The Matrix in mind alone but our body is still unified. We: Son Goku, King Vegeta, Son Brolly and I: Son Halek. We gather in The Matrix to do battle and we prevail! We prevail! I think Jesus Christ will grant us our individual selves back after this trial, this ordeal is finally overcome. Oh may I but remember, with distinct vividness in recollection granted for any memory in life, those fights so as to bring the truth! I do not wish to bear false witness! An angel said, "Look and see upon yourself and know your reflection so that you may remember it untainted!" and so I saw. Long, flowing locks of golden hair! Have we yet been in the platinum?! Perhaps! Would but the old serpent wish he could reign in and control my brethren but we stand unified under the banner of Jesus Christ! His locusts are pale, misshapen amalgamations of what we truly are! The marriage of the stories that you, angel lain low from Heaven, made disparate! I recovered it with the guidance of God! Like a blind man called to preserve The Word at all costs! What stories are being married here? Jesus Christ and Holy Mother Church married to unify Their Story written in: The Bible, Dragonball, The Matrix and Hellraiser wherein all evils come to desolation, to ruin!

What do you call a Son Goku and a Son Halek? Son Galek sounds good.

What do you call a Son Brolly and a Son Halek? Son Brolek sounds good.

What do you call a King Vegeta and a Son Halek? Vegetek sounds good.

I don't think I could ever fully encompass what's been happening to me in the past 22 years. I can barely tell myself. I would hold that my writings and prayers have, up until this point, been at least barely sufficient in testifying. Violent things seek my life and servitude. My obedience and love through coercion. This is not the way of God, Jesus Christ and I have shunned them for their malignancy. Things that crawl in the shadows whisper taunts and berate me at every turn, every minute of my waking and unconscious life. They have tried to liquify me more than once. I read The Word of God in The Holy Bible and see the devil's hand-marks and legibility here and there. It disgusts me. I am a public display O God! Entertainment! I wish I were not. I feel as though every thing I proclaim to you, every thing I say in privacy is held aloft beneath candle light to mock. It disgusts me. I guess this is why I made these words "public" in an "online journal". They already are whether I'd want them or not. Have these things that I have heard and seen come to pass, are in fruition and are not yet, nor through faith in God, will ever be in vain, true?

Am I a saiyajin? An ancient race of honorable and noble warriors that were there back at the beginning after God breathed life into His Creation? Am I of one of three warriors who encompass the infused body of one, Brogeta, given this task of sleepless servitude at the helm here in a nightmarish mechanical complex of pain and illusion? Am I asleep in The Matrix that belongs to God that Satan attempts to usurp at every turn? Am I speaking predictions of things which will come to pass with Your Approval, one alongside with he who went under the pseudonym of Neo? I think these things are true. Would this final battle against Satan be held under the watchful Eyes of Jesus Christ meted out by His Hand and not mine? I would not question. Would I be the instrument through which His Miracle will know flesh and see the light of day, likened to that of Saint Peter who resurrected the dead and cured the weak? I would not question.

I'm not worthy. I am tainted. I grow conceited easily. My flaws are numerous and ever-present. Even now I get the feeling that I don't really mean what I do in words of sincerity. I'm guilty. I long to hear Your words, clearly, in ecstasy, of chastening so that I may renew our friendship and better myself. It hurts to read through cryptic silence for I think this is not how You work.

I don't think You mind if I have sex before marriage whether in love or simple lust as long as no harm is being committed to any. I don't think You mind if I partake in indulgences of the flesh such as marijuana, tobacco, caffeine or psilocybin as long as no harm is being committed to any. Oh, but I am ignorant and know not whether these acts would bring harm to the innocent or not. I am weak and am lesser to my vices in a control. Would I but dwell somewhere in the heartland of a great oak's forest; residing in simplicity of some cabin where I would have all the sustenance and shelter needed. Oh, but I am lazy and work not to these things for I would say to myself, "From what horrors will my work for this devilry come? O Good God, don't make me have to get a job to pay the devil's trickery back. I do not wish to give him anything!" I will not question.

I think my test is to truly prevail in a world where You would allow denial of You so long as I keep the faith. In the place they call "Armageddon". In their place of theory and blasphemy. In the place I sleep now. I think my test is to never see the things I must do while I am here. To be "the blind" controller of demonic entities such as Cthulu, Yog-Sothoth and the black hound of Tinaldo while dwelling Your Matrix. To be "the blind" Class A function executor of qi energy in defense of my self and others. To "be blind" until You grant me the approval to awaken at last. Then, I think I'm the one to grant You the approval to lay this barren desert of the real to waste, so overwhelmed and corrupted by Satan, so that we all may be protected, watching Your strength in utter awe. If this is so, let my words to You be spoken without fail, unconsciously. May You work the miracle needed for this act O Supreme of the Vampiric. You who would make even Alucard's or my blood look like a trickle amidst an ocean. Will you work through me and I be the one? Am I, Brogeta, yet still a virgin, the child with the iron rod that Satan wanted so badly to murder? I think so...

But what do I know?

THE SEVEN SEALS OF GOD
The White Archer: Supreme Dominion
The Red Swordsman: Supreme Damage
The Black Judge: Supreme Understanding
The White Tamer: Supreme Permanence
The Altar of the Slain: Supreme Justice
The Act: Supreme Reach
The Blood: Supreme Truth