If there are an infinite number of whole numbers, and an infinite number of decimals between any two whole numbers, and an infinite number of decimals in between any two decimals, does that mean that there are infinite infinities? And an infinite number of those infinities? And an infinite number of those infinities? And an infinite number of those infinities? And an infinite number of those infinities? And… (Infinitely times. And that infinitely times. and that infinitely times. and that infinitely times. And..) …

An unknown limb lying in the street is not even an object of curiosity. Smashed jaws, teeth, eyes, nails pulled out are nothing but sentences for me, anonymous black and white images .  
Barren towns, abandoned children, families executed, hospitals raided , lethal injections given to those belonging to the wrong sect are routine . And routine gets deadly boring .  
Rampant drugs , prostitution, pimps and killers from the underworld have resurfaced from the wombs of this city and I watch it all like a horror film. So detached, so close , so far away.  
the earth is scorched smoky black and the water has turned into a crimson red.  
This desolation leaves me anesthetized . My fingers are paralyzed , my thoughts rigidified at point zero, my feelings frozen . A product of this apocalyptic nihilism. I go through the regular motions only to retreat into my autistic world and stare into the void of destruction.  
Yes I am in this mode now .  
And during the rare moments when I feel I still belong to something remotely human again, I may catch a tear or two frozen on my cheek. I wipe them quickly away lest the machine that I have become rusts and no longer functions.  
And in those moments with my plastified smile fixed to my face like a scar, in those small moments when something alive nudges me and I dare to look at it , I see that :  
Hope has become an oxymoron, fear a good companion, anger deep down in a well, and torrents of grief abundant enough to wash the bloody streets

I freely dedicate my soul to Satan.

all shall bow down before the dark lord lucifer!

fuck jesus! fuck god! HAIL SATAN!!!!

now im gonna go urinate in a jar and put a crucifix in it.

I am jesus christ. anyone is welcome to try and convince me otherwise.

I am breaking my silence with ruins....this is a wound that will never heal, not even in my afterlife.
I need not explain much, as I have already explained much in the past.
You are the ones who will be doing much explanation on the Day of Reckoning.
You don't have to watch the testimonies of the living, if you don't want to, if you can't spare your precious empty time, a time devoid of substance...
But you are being watched, observed....and all is transcribed, noted down, recorded...all. And even if your consciences are dead, there is the One that is Alive and never dies.
 

We are going to save you and liberate you. Save you and liberate you from the grips of your own Evil.

The Evil of your indifference, your apathy, your complacency, your blindness, your ignorance, your arrogance, your haughtiness, your greed, your lies, your deceit, your denial, your viciousness, your cruelty, your death wish...

And you will have millions of resurrected bodies, young and old waiting for you with open arms. And you will come running, blinded by the Force that will transpierce you like beams of Light.

Each tear, each wound, each scar will be like golden drops of rain, like golden flags waving in the firmament. Flags of Victory.

And those of you who pretended to see whilst deliberately closing their eyes will be left out.
Left out in that same Darkness, on scorched desert grounds...Left out in that same Obscurity I saw in the dream.

Do not think you can simply turn on your heels and go back doing what you do best: lying, plundering, pillaging, stealing, raping, torturing, killing...It is not possible. Life is not an exercise in Futility.

For we are the Body, the Flesh and the Blood.
And you are nothing but the thorns and the nails...

So pay heed, for our second coming is in the making. And what a mighty one it will be.

We are going to save you and liberate you. Save you and liberate you from the grips of your own Evil.

The Evil of your indifference, your apathy, your complacency, your blindness, your ignorance, your arrogance, your haughtiness, your greed, your lies, your deceit, your denial, your viciousness, your cruelty, your death wish...

And you will have millions of resurrected bodies, young and old waiting for you with open arms. And you will come running, blinded by the Force that will transpierce you like beams of Light.

Each tear, each wound, each scar will be like golden drops of rain, like golden flags waving in the firmament. Flags of Victory.

And those of you who pretended to see whilst deliberately closing their eyes will be left out.
Left out in that same Darkness, on scorched desert grounds...Left out in that same Obscurity I saw in the dream.

Do not think you can simply turn on your heels and go back doing what you do best: lying, plundering, pillaging, stealing, raping, torturing, killing...It is not possible. Life is not an exercise in Futility.

For we are the Body, the Flesh and the Blood.
And you are nothing but the thorns and the nails...

So pay heed, for our second coming is in the making. And what a mighty one it will be.

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