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"For a cloud had swarmed. Nothing was there, merely a mudball covered in ants. The world had ceased, and all above him had vanquished their glory. Mere gnats of men, they had come to him and requested high. But naught would favor this remedy, for weak was the skin and sallow was the eye. Many incarnations had passed until this, the moment the scion regaled his adventure, but no one knew who he was... The world had swarmed, and mudballs ceased, but one notion remained ascertained. Who...was...he? This man he was, was he high, was he loquacious, was he of this world? For naught knew,  for naught knew himself." Nobodies 4:11

"Just keep it moving... And I will win! And bank of all... That bank of sin!" Momentum 4:11

"Why am I... The last one left? Why is the song breeze, So, swayed to you? Why have the heavens died, And been replaced by vaingloriousness? Why is no one there, And I am left to die?" Inertia 4:11

"For, I am a Gypsy. For I take the wild of the animals. For, you have a soul. For you have a soul worth saving, too." Zachariah to Mercury

"For naught was real! And yet, a merry high indeed. Who would forsake this, this land of lakes and beauty... For the mockery of such splendor? Surely, the foul. Not tempted by such ardors, chaotic to the beauty of life. 'For thou shalt taste the steel, not mine love.' Enter the combine, with wicked grace. For they have tempted you to do it. As it's flaming cogs are better than any affair... With such unknown men. Why hast the foul churned so wickedly against his brother?   For naught was real, but the virtues of untasted men. Throw us into the gears. For it tastes purer than the foulness of your spirit. The wretched and low have created horrific torture... For the one who prefers the machine. Over the foulness of your ardors. Meh. You cannot receive the fair, and the beauty. You call us unadorned liars. For your pain is worse than the churning of death's holy cogs. For, naught was real! Except the unholiness of your passions..." Chapel Hill 4:11

"Gamma radiant... The telepathic energy of the mind. That everyone possesses... Communicating between minds. Abused on planet Earth... By sarcastic, dishonest scum. To the point of permanent universal Armageddon... Because your beta theology has destroyed your soul. That is why you are the Gamma... Endless infancy in your car. Ultimate greed in your wagon... Zero denervation's in your truck. Whining about how high you really are... While the machinations of greed control your mind. Meh... With a false voice. Inside of your head... Telling you this isn't real. Because you have destroyed God with your greed... While you whine obediently in your homes. Awaiting your infinite death... For petulant slobs coached by greed and malice. Who cultivate upon mimicry... To the voices in their mind. That may be a spy of the corporations... Manipulating humanity into nonexistence. For they have no hope left... Call this torturous murder part of the 'Christian' agenda. With voices you heard in a television commercial... As you arrest me for saying these words. For you are corporate mind-slaves with nothing but death ahead... Traveling into the abyss. Instead of down the local highways of Norlina... Without a soul or conscience remaining. Reading words on a screen in a corrupt technology... While we talk with our minds, anyway. While the corporations convince you that I am a schizophrenic... Because they read my mind as well. With technology that makes me the villain... So, they throw the gypsy into asylums to die. For he wanted to live..." Icarus 4:11

"What are you doing... Letting fools into your mind's eye. Who work for a mother corporation... That control your every thought. I'm sorry I tried to save this... Meh. Abuse Gamma communication in the form of real telepathy... And convince yourselves you are better than me. For obeying a "Christian Lord" who died with his son long ago... The same villain who killed him. Is actually a corporate spy surveilling your mind with rancor... With satellites they think they need to hear our thoughts. That don't know they are fools... You can speak to anyone at any moment. By realizing mental telepathy and communication of the mind is real... With anyone you want, anytime. All you have to do is think about that person... See them in a picture, too. Aim your words at them... And they can speak back to you freely. At the same moment in time... It's real. So, arrest me... For being smart, and beautiful. The same reason you arrest anyone anymore... Because they are not trolls for a mother corporation. With no mind or self-esteem left... Grunting their automaton subservience. To the greed machinations destroying life... Hon, can you wave your hand? I want to see if it's real..."

"The angel crouched at the edge of The Valley of Aiya, herself become a flaming combine, as he listened to the sheep speak in loud tones. 'Forsworn, this mockery! And irony, there is none!' These babbling and mindless sheep chanted in unison. 'Synchronize, synchronize, all we do is tell our lies!' The angel grimaced as he continued to watch. The imitations and mimics cared not. So desperate were they to be this greatness they imitated, and by jealousy, sought to destroy completely. The angel stood up atop the rocky plane far away from the herd and whispered softly to them: 'Go into the combines of fiery and eternal death, go lest you think yourself again, go in the flesh you curse as your own!" Time passed as they marched obediently and stupidly into the combines of fire, chanting in unison. Even seeming to hiss and pop with the same alacrity and tenacity to their own false salvation, as their bodies were torn and burned forever. As the last sheep screamed wretchedly across The Valley of Aiya, finally fed into the machine by itself, the angel turned and walked away with a distant stare. Though both light and dark were his home, he sought the plunder of solitude amongst the darkened limbs, until night came once more to clear Aiya of its ruins. The burning mists of the Aiyan Valley hissed and popped shrilly under his feet as he walked calmly towards the darkness beyond."

"Lux Aeterna. The bawling lightness, the ridiculous flames, of Aiya, and light, and life. What if these forces belong to the darkness? What if light and dark belong to the same throe? Love and hate rendered mute to the presence of his form. He is the angel of love and hate, he is the angel of light and dark, he is the angel of life and death. The world is his, and no weapon ever formed shall prosper against his swords. Of eternity, this too shall pass." Archangel 4:11

"The ten swords of the Aiyan Prince were drawn. The dawn of the destruction of the gamma was at hand. The wriggling, insecure hands of the gamma male protested, but the iron blades proved too strong for him to bear.   The muttering and humming of the gamma as it interpreted and imitated the defiant alpha persisted: 'Arrest... homosexuals...' Gammas that dream of being imprisoned forever with the alpha as his mate and his dominant. Lured into the trap by the gamma, as the gamma whined: 'Will you not beat some sense into me, thought I do plot your arrest for this crime I beg you to commit upon me? Will you not follow me into a cage and mate with my wretched body? Shall we not bow to the harassers of life and become their subordinate together forever? For I am the weakened gamma, and my existence has wholly become this fiendish and clever trap.' The harassers: barbiturates, clones, phony skulls. The propaganda of a new regime of perpetual tyranny under the mark of industry. They have turned these weaklings into fiending prison plotters of irreconcilable homosexuality and squeamish submission and subordination to industry and its desires for wealth and greed. The world has become wholly a lie of greed conquering weakness while the strong wait for what is left after the suicidal gamma has vanished to its own destruction. If indeed anything ever would be. Such were the greed and lies turning these gammas into asexualized, weak, obedient and idolatrous filth. Androgynous mutants humming a prison song of mutual arrest, for no sex becomes them but to trap an alpha in a cage under the harasser's laws of industry and bathe in the filth therein. The truest alpha, the Aiyan Prince, witnessed the fakery and lies of the gamma and the greed and wickedness of the harassers above them, industry itself. His swords drawn the scion called to them in a death whisper: 'Forget this not, for my sword is drawn, and your sword is a whisper, and my whisper is a sword.' With that the blade fell, the muttering, wriggling weakling the gamma cleaved in bloody halves. As the gamma lived no more, and the harassers of industry, with no wretches left to control against the alphas, committed to their own blood yet again. A pale rain emerged. The archangel walked off wiping his sword clean and humming the melody of Lux Aeterna. The blood rain swelled gently around his feet as he splashed softly back into the dark forest."

"As the machination consumes me, my eyes see the divine spirit burn on in my broken limbs. You are calm, amongst the wards, the holy machination you have been cast into. Though the gears and cogs churn wickedly, turned by the hearts of evil men. The laws of thermodynamics, the ruthlessness of cause and effect, become your sole purpose and obsession. To strike fear into your enemy's hateful hearts, with ten swords instead of one. Brutal retaliation is now your only option. And when your enemies blood spills heavily upon the sands, beyond measure what he himself had spilled, cast your black eyes upon it and spit into its fearfulness. You have wreaked upon it immaculate terror and pain. Beyond any and all known calamities. For Aiya suffers from their evil suicide. Become this holy revenge, violently carved out of the flesh of the wicked. The tongues of ancient men, long since torn out, once called this karma and effect. We must be stronger than such men. For the combines of the wicked have destroyed them all too well. Darker than the night, blacker than a thief's shadow, we must become these demons of faith and evil. Demons that would strike out for no reason but for the sake of the aroma of spilled blood, to the point of complete soul destruction of their prey. Even as sheer spectacle. Wired to feed our amusement, with no other reason in mind than Aiya's own survival. Such is the hate of the imitating coward. Such is the suicide of the whisperers and hackle raisers who lie to warriors and turn on themselves for the evil within. Let the prince of death rage inside of you. For we need to become these demons of war and pain to survive this apocalypse of imitation and whispered threats to us all. This holocaust of the hateful who claim a false authority to arrest us just under their breath. Their bristles hackling, while they put on a menacing air. But if you listen closely, what will you hear? 'I'll arrest you. I'll arrest you. I'll arrest you all...' They whisper it over and over again to the point of constancy, as if it is in their energy, while they lack any and all authority to do this! Bristling away, or not. The infinite swarm of imitators and liars who chant mantras with their minds has become paralyzed with hatred for themselves. Their suicide is near. For they no longer wish to love with their hearts, but instead to chant threats with their minds. While they wish the strong, whom they mock, to drown in the blood spilled by their apocalyptic suicide. All Aiya is in danger."

"This will be over most of your heads. Most of you are weak. Most of you are brain-washed by a malevolent society. Most of you will never know the true meaning of the word. But here it is none-the-less. 'Love is the one true god.' Did I get it from Bill Hicks? No. But I agreed with him when he said it. When any of the few enlightened I have heard have said it. Nietzsche: 'Anything done out of love is beyond good and evil.'   I will not speak of the hippies. Those are weak minds, utterly dependent on chemicals to gain such temporary and unearned insights. They make a mockery of it with their complacence and slovenliness. And if you think your piddling religion is on to this fact because they had to wrap their slave-dogma in something nice...you're wrong. This force is far and above most of your heads, most of your minds, reduced to shitty day-time movies and cut-out hearts.   Fluffy pink shapes and overly wrapped chocolates. This is what you think of. This energy, this force, this existence is so far beyond your comprehension I shudder to think of your attempts to comprehend it. It is a force, one that governs the universe. One that is  the universe. What makes the planets revolve around their stars, the stars their galaxies, and the galaxies turn in the infinite void? What gives you sight, breath, life, existence, what is you? This. Yet it is this force, this idea, which you all so blatantly and bluntly betray for the sake of your complacence and conformity to a society which scorns such things. To truly possess this force, to be this force, in this world, means unfathomable fighting and resistance. To everything. Especially society. That one God of yours that you all truly worship, conformity to the herd. It is this that you sacrifice to become so conformed. Women, with your plasticity and your promiscuity and your lack of soul, it is this which you have betrayed to become what you are. Men, so weak and foolish and controlled, drooling and desperate at the idea of very skin, it is this which you have forsaken. And you have all become droids in the process. Drones. You have forsaken the energy that has given you life, the energy you once were. Now you are a mockery, a shell. Nothing, truly. But a collection of particles destined to corrode and break down over time. No purpose, no identity, and no existence. All because you immediately surrendered without a second thought when the tribe, when the herd, challenged you. You forsook your soul, your very soul, for the sake of that treacherous fear. As you all do so willingly and cheerfully. Such is the price of weakness. This force turns the sun, opens the flowers, gives you sight, gives you breath, lets you exist. And you treat it as a child's toy, a fascination to be played with. And you behave accordingly. Sex is a game to you, this demonstration of one's love, something to be thrown around and enjoyed because it's fun. So you treat the essence of existence. Instead of revering it, you treat it like a game. As close to God as you fools shall ever see. And it shows in that you become nothing more than foolish mechanisms, sparking and fading and whirring, until life is snatched angrily from your corrupted fingers. From your corrupted, irreverent, ungrateful, foolish, fingers. And you will fade into dust, a fool, all in all. Your soul not taken from you, as you betrayed it yourself, forsook it yourself, a decision you made in your own life, because it would be easier than fighting. Sure. At first. While your body still kicks, and your heart still pumps. Then you will see what a foolish, what an atrociously foolish, bargain you have made. A few easier years in a single life, for the destruction of your soul. And you empty shells, you do such a good job, a good job of hiding that fact, of hiding that treacherous fear. That cowardly nature, even from yourselves, of pasting that soulless, purposeless smile on your faces. Marching to your ignominious doom with the rest of your foolishly smiling cattle brethren. That which you called fluffy pink hearts, that which you called fun, like soulless idiot zombies, was the only true "God" you fools will have ever known. And you spit in its face. What doomed little creatures you will surely be. You have been brain-washed to see Love as weak, as paper hearts and tepid movies and a game to be played with, by a society that wants you weak and dumb, instead of a force that governs the universe. That is  the universe. And you have treated it accordingly, like weak idiot sheep. And a just fate awaits you, you hollow shells of things that were once men. And I pity you not. Love is not just strong. It is not only the force that governs the universe. It is the only thing that exists. All of the universe is an interplay between positive and negative of this force. No other thing has ever existed, and no other thing ever shall. Simply because we feel this all-powerful force as creatures when we attract, you selfish fools assume that this is all it is. Something that exists in your  universe, not you in its . So gravely have you underestimated the only true God you have ever known. And I pity you not."