25.14
The solitude is breaking down; we are all brothers and
sisters. We are the mad ones, the criminals and poets. We prefer the anarchy of
life over the dull and mundane. We seek that which is sacred and set apart from
the normal routine of existence. We have conceived of life with the magic of
our words. We have crucified the saviors and stoned the prophets. Why did we do
this, because we knew they were false saviors and false prophets? The universe
did not reside in their hearts. They came to divide and conquer and we sought
out only those who love. We are not building kingdoms, we are not building
empires. We have torn down the temples of the bankers and have set fires to all
of their money. We do not put our trust in ink printed on paper, but put our
trust in life and love. We have turned the tables upside down. Can you see the
utter insanity of this life? Everyone lies to you and you base your life on
deceptions. All of your values are worthless. There is no value in this
material existence. This world and all flesh will pass away. The mind dies with
the body. It is like turning off a light. The illumination is gone forever. We
are killing off the tyrannical influences, not letting the dead continue to
influence us. We absorb them and eventually surpass them. The war has broken up
everything. I have become bored by all of your principles. You lack a sense of
proportion, of your place in time. Everything with you is disjointed, all
elbows and assholes. I have been taken outside of myself. I float up above the
room looking down on you. Can you see me? I am there with you always. You
cannot get rid of me. I have become a part of you. We share in the fraud of
this nonsense. We are partners in crime together. We rob the world of its
absurdness and make a laughing stock of the world’s inconsistencies. The deeper
we go, the more we don’t know what we are doing. We find ourselves in a mass of
contradictions, admiring the quest, the search for answers. We became wise when
we realized that the answers do not exist. It is the diseased mind that thinks
it has all of the answers. The disease wants to spread, to enter into the minds
of everyone. The disease holds up a cross and tells you to submit. The disease
is a liar and a scoundrel. The disease brings misery for everyone. Stop
believing in a coming golden age. This utopia you are dreaming of will never
come. I am a lion and I will eat all of the lambs. Lay down next to me so that
I might sink my teeth into your soft white neck. See how the whiteness is
erased by the blood. There is power in the blood, wonder working power, in the
blood of the lamb. The blood washes away all of the sins of the world. The
blood is like breathing, it is the wholeness of our being. There is nothing to
fear in the blood. We are protected by the blood. Come spill blood with me.
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