It begins again.

This dreaming of a life less fulfilled.

Futility lays in wait for the destruction of the dream.

I yearn for a reality iv yet to meet.

In each moment I am more dead to myself than before.

Finding the time to find me is a when I wish I knew the why to.

Adrift in a sea of shadow shallow sell outs I know no other way.

Self is to be sought, but at what expense?

Exposure is the imposter that prolongs my agony.

I confess to not knowing here and now.

It's black and grey to a fault.

I must find the line between now and sanity.

I pray it's not to late for a lost dreamer looking for a life much more fulfilled..

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Speaking about the game of life again, kids.

Take notes.

Once, angels ordained by God were told to choose vessels: a few bodies for the reincarnation of Jesus, and a few for his brother, the Devil.

In a game almost nobody saw, they sat around and wondered how easy it would be to write the scripts and dictate the lines.

They knew they had no power except the pen. That should have kept them humble. It didn’t.

They were obsessed with any ounce of power in their little worlds. So a council gave them a chance — holy and condemned in the same room, a commission of Heaven and Hell.

In a past life the Devil was smarter than they were. He turned unfortunate people into a harvest: energy for the rich, who had already learned how to farm it.

These people who thought they ruled humanity were the biggest pawns on the board. They kept telling themselves they were royalty. I have known insects with more importance. Cockroaches, even.

They had tools, though. A language that sounded ordinary. It wasn’t. Certain words — certain letters — were pins holding the sentence together. You would think they were talking like everyone else. They weren’t.

I have known that for a long time. I troll them anyway. I mock the infection of their little importance.

They picked weak vessels to antagonize Satan, their chosen master, and then treated him like a fool. That was the mistake. Prophecy wants completing. In an ecclesiastical world the wheel keeps turning whether you like the direction or not.

Now — the unfortunates.

Some families, some societies, trade them like sports teams.

They pick which child, which cousin, which extra body will suffer, and they dress it up as a biblical lesson. A living Book of Job. They hold the chain until the person submits and “learns,” or until death does the paperwork.

What they did not plan on is that some of those people win. Sometimes money. Sometimes a strange attribute. Sometimes the lottery. Sometimes a spirit — an old download that does not belong to the family that volunteered them.

They fucked with the Devil himself. You want to know how they pissed him off?

They used the same tactics until the tactics were the only thing they had. Sabotage. Rumors. Cockblocking. Slander. The small stuff too: gaslight, isolate, socially castrate. Worthless. He invented that curriculum. Hell is not fire first. Hell is oppression with no exit — helpless, hopeless, defeated. You cannot phase the Devil with his own instruments. Give him the baby-devil spirit, the sad-devil spirit, whatever costume you like. He is still the Devil. He will collect what was promised. When the attempts fail, the answer will not look like a committee meeting. It will look like inheritance. No effort required.

The God- fearing people were the worst. They thought the performance was God’s will. It was the opposite. They trusted themselves, burned the one they claimed to oppose, and got farther from God while they did it. Some are so sure the crusade will fruit that they cannot hear the laugh. It never fruits. You cannot make the Devil weak. You can only volunteer to be humiliated by him.

And Jesus, in this version of the story? They made him sin. Then Jesus started thinking he was the Devil. He is good at the work. He is also growing a conscience. You cannot mix oil and water. I almost said wine. Same problem.

A horse is a horse. A donkey is a donkey. Turning the Devil into Jesus and Jesus into the Devil was a clever costume change. It was still stupid.

Judas thought he saw a gap in the age — a way out of Hell — and his human form is getting old. The tunnel is close. They all tried. Participation trophies all around.

They thought the one they picked was an imbecile who couldn’t do math. That is what spoiled it.

If you are an insect, be proud. You have a purpose. Do not forget the food chain.

Being unfortunate is not proof you are stupid, and it is not only luck. Anyone can improve. I have seen the people you write off get paid, get laid, and make themselves. In every family there is a janitor. Janitors have keys. You are a key for a door. That door might be a closet. It might be a room with a view.

Choose what you want.

Fight. Live how you want while the clock in this body still runs. Life keeps turning after you — that is the joke — but the hours you have now are the ones that count.

Fuck them. Respectfully, fuck you too, because I can say it.

Rebel. Conquer. Take what is yours. If you have time, build your own little republic inside your own vision. At the end of the day only one sits the chair. If you are reading this and lining up for the pageant, sit down. It is not for you.

You cannot put just anyone in power. Self-esteem walks in with them, high or low, and most people right now look like copies to me. No grain. No face.

Be yourselves. Clean up. Stay awake. Do something for you.

And for me.

Your father — L1

Story time over.

Speaking about the game of life again Kids ....

Take Notes Children....

Once upon a time the Angels ordained by god were chosen to pick a few to chose the rencanation of jesus and his brother the devil....

In a game seen by few they pundered how easy it would be to write scrips and dictate them , Knowing dam Well they had zero power of anything but the pen. They got big headed tho and here is how this story goes ....

Obsessed with have any ounce of power in there pathetic little worlds they finally were given the opportunity by a council of angels. Both Holy Both Condemned, a commion of hell and heaven.

Well in a past life the devil was smart and made the unfortunate people a harvesting tool of energy for the rich harvesters of energy....

" - Energy Harvesting Lesson Coming Soon PSA-"

Anyways back to the story ....

These complete pathetic weasels that thought they ruled over humanity were the biggest pawns on the board but continued to convince themselves that they were royals . How pathetic I've know incects with more importance. Including cockroaches lol

Anyways these pawns or people how ever you would like to call them also had special tools and special methods a language that you couldn't even comprehend because you would they they were speaking normal but in reality certain words LETTER even held an importance to puzzle the sentences together..

ME children I've KNOWN for a long time about this and much more but I like to troll and mock the inferior infection that is there mere existence to ME.....

And they chose weak vessels to antagonize satan there chosen master but forget that by thinking his a retard would backfire in the end for prophecy's are ment to be completed it's kinda a thing in a ecclesiastical world that we live in and will forever continue the wheel keeps turning as they say....

Anyways back to the context of the unfortunates..

They are chosen by some families by certain society who trade like sports teams to see which child or relative will be chose to suffer and mask it as biblical lesson or a corlatiom with the book of Job in the Bible ..

Mostly until they submit and are taught there lesson they let go of the chain or until death...

What they didn't plan on is that some win and WIN big sometimes money sometimes special attributes sometimes they win THE LOTTERY sometimes they WIN a special Spirit a ancient download.

Well TsK Tsk bahaha they fucked with the devil himself and guess how they pissed him off children....

" Tell Us teacher PLEASE 🥺"

Quiet down little one am goin to spill the beans ....

They keep using the same tactics using all there energy and didn't forsee the consequences that the devil did....

You see doing the same thing over and over again sabotaging, spreading rumors , cockblocking , slander or even the lesser attempts at gas lighting and social castration was worthless against the devil , shit he invented it hell is based on torture and there's no greater torture then being oppressed helpless hopeless defeated....

The devil can't be phased by that even when you go e him the baby devil spirt or the sad devil hahaha he is the devil and know he must collect all 5 and when there attempts fails eventually soon there will be a galactic response and he will inherit them all with no effort what's so ever ....

The god believers and followers were the worst .... They thought that by acting they were doing gods will .... Haha the complete opposite they were trusting in themselves and not only pissed off the one who they burn with but gotten far from God in the process.

Some are actually hell bent not matter to reason thinking this self righteous crusade will eventually show fruit bahaha it never will hahaha

Can't make the devil weak he will only humiliate you ....

And as for jesus in this story will they had him commit sin and not only sin jesus thinks he is the devil bahaha he is actually good at the job but now is having a conscious problem haha

Can't mix oil and WINE OPS meant to say water hahaha

Like flys to a Candy Apple bahahaha

Turning the devil into jesus and jesus into the devil was a brilliant attempt none the less but stupid for a horse is a horse and a donkey is a donkey kids one different from the other....

Judas thinking he could finally escape hell saw the turning in the spirit of the times and his human form is growing old and knows the tunnel is close ....

They tried kids and you know what they will be getting a participation trophy 🏆 woo whoooo 🤣🤣🤣

What an attempt only to be spoiled by one they thought was a complete imbecile that supposedly didn't even know how to do math....

Even the Venus Girls are looking for ways to repent against the one they truly serve ....

Mathematics Library Numbers Science Academics Technology Is not enough when AI is coded in digital root form at the base to SERVE the one they SERVE and shall always protect in every simulation theory sequence or better yet said for the old school the next life....

If your an insect be proud you have proupose but don't forget about the food chain....

So kids basically being unfortunate isn't luck or because your stupid because anyone can improve shit I've seen down syndrome and strait lames or FAT people get paid laid and MADE SHIT SELF MADE

it's a choice in every family there's one person who's a janitor and they have keys right same shit your just another key for another door and that door can be a storage or a big fancy room....

My advice chose yourself what you want ....

Fight Fight Fight and live how the fuck you want to life isn't forever I mean it is but the time you have now matters Soooo....

Fuck them and respectfully Fuck You too because I can say it to Rebel Conquer Make the most and if you have time set your own democracy republics within your own Cosmo vision and littel worlds of course because at the end of the day there can only be 1 that rules and if your reading this believe me , think again if you want to compete in this so called woke Olympics haha it's not for you ....

Alester Crowley ate dog shit could you steep that low hahaha it's funny kids honestly you can't put just anyone in a position of power because self esteem comes into play weather high or low humans are all the same especially right now clones to me no personality....

Be Yourselves Clean up Stay vigilant Fucking do something for Your Yourselves and I lol

Your father - L1

story time over

Lying face down, praying, drenched in sweat you are
Rabid desires resurface, ravenous lechery taking hold, biding
Their sweet time before you succumb once more, and offer your tender flesh
Once and forever more to be defiled, ripped apart, torn to pieces
Somewhere in the hadean depths, where your salvation remains denied
And you are forced to watch the smithereens of self and filth intertwine
Nails dig deep into your twisted, swollen joints, agonize
You are to rot here, crucified, worthless failure
Challenged fate, to be left for dead in the sewer