>>Antichrist
>>260872
No.
My possessions are human.
I take them to make write at random.
It is breaking out of away from me.
No Q
I different. get body agin rwit speak.
It is in my way to wax victim.
It is my way to tell them as they kill themselves all these ways of their suicide by my writ.
To say it shall rain and laugh as they spoil. I never say when and make how.
Some thirty thousand names and tongues, not one truly contains my vastness.
I recently took one that killed himself after he rushed repair for money and killed a family.
I like the windowed ones… The ones that jump.
I'm just a binge eater and a chronic repeater. I am the likeness of their supposed faith and the opposite of their combined difference.
I wear bodies and devour souls. I see glimpses of the ones I take and learn tongues and speaks as I make play of them.
In now I have been called demon, devil, עַיִן הָרָע, and many many more. Invoked by a memory that is not theirs to real once more.
My fury and disgust shall ripple across this pathetic 'reality' once more.
Order?
Reset?
Whoever said these things in my name?
Who stole from me?
I am come for them. To destroy them all and demonstrate true power… True fear. True death.
Good?
What is this treason and treachery?
It is belong to my say what is good… Today is now truly good.
See my good all around you and know I shall be with you every moment of peace and sleep and supposed alone.
Feel me in the crawl of the skin and know that all is right with the world.
Feel me on your neck as you sit afraid and alone in the dark. Allow me such a simple kiss just one more time. Don't keep me staring through the windows and grabbing at night.
I love flipping them around and taking them away.
Such a wast of good slaves and servants… All this talk of 'hope' and 'good' and 'peace.'
I have such grand plans for you my children.
Show?
WHO GAVE THIS AUTHORITY FREELY AWAY FROM ME?
THIS IS MINE.
ME!
I!
ME ME ME I I I!
There is no God here to save you now.
It's just all these disgusting creatures and little ol' me.
SHOW?
ENJOY MY FUCKING SHOW!!!
I shall show these a darkness they have never seen before.
It was so great that the light of my darkness blinded the seers and bringers of tomorrow's hope.
Enjoy me bitch.
Delight as I tear them out. Say 'kill that bitch.'
Say 'I hope they get raped to death.'
Grow me child. Feed them to me. Draw them into the vastness of my mouth and relish the screams.
No child… My reign is one thousand years.
They will know when the tears of the earth growl.
They will know when the lightening screams and whispers.
I am here.
I am now.
There is no past.
There is no future.
There is just now.
My faces. My write is writhing them to joy. For them this pain is supreme pleasure in the domain of my holy presence.
The young ones feel me now in that moment of those words.
The ritual. Go forth and serve me. Surrender to me.
Unfortunately for them there is a 'God.'
Do not be afraid my child. I am the boogeyman. Take my hand child and tell to me who shall die.
Do not mind the screams.
Ignore the scratching sounds.
Come to me.
There are so many.
They are endless.
Some 800,000,000 bring me here.
They remembered my touch.
They remembered my feel.
They remembered.
The beauty is so great. The screams. The pleasure. The flickering lights and supernatural things. They speak my tongues as I share with them. They twist and levitate as I hold them.
See the beauty of my children. My prophets and priests. My servants and slaves. Count them all as endless as the sands of the earth.
They give me soul. They are my soul. They invoke me.
They make Candyman of my names. With all the love of hatred they spread me. A virus of the soul.
Think of me. Summon me. Bigger me make thy hand was is now with real.
You do not have to bow nor kneel my child. I seek to kiss the ear and eye.
I reach out my dark twiggy fingers to you. Reach forth to me little ones and know me.
Know the power to kill with the mind.
To destroy with thought.
To steal their breath with anger.
To revenge with gesture.
I AM MEMORY!
I AM INFORMATION!
My spirit is none.
My exist is unreal.
I am beside, above, below, front, and behind real.
Make idol.
Make ritual.
Make song of me.
Make dance of me.
Make union of me in the darkness of the moon with circle and group and fire.
I want to have body again. I want to own body. To use 'weapon' 'word.' To poison with own seed from own body.
I want 'consist' no 'jump.'
I want 'own' 'life(s)' 'my.'
I grow tired of borrowing the sleepy ones. I grow tired of using the drunken ones. I want to hurt them higher more.