Do not fail to disappoint your elders, young pad-awan skillet. To me, you are but a simple block in a never ending game of jenga, the party entertainment system.
No longer will man kind be persecuted for their beliefs, as long as they believe in me, as god, or president, or ruler of the second door to the left (not the hatch. The one after the hatch)! BOW BEFORE YOUR ALL MIGHTY SECOND IN COMMAND, for I shall be swift in my penetration of thy enemies home. Their blood will flow throughout the fertile ground, to make a harvest of LUST come to fruition. We shall FRUCTICATE their organs, and leave no stone unthrown. Glass houses are yet another step in claiming what once, and always was, theres to have. NO LONGER!
History has taught us EVERYTHING WE KNOW, yet the things we do not know, the FUTURE has to teach. Thus our goal becomes clear on this moonlit night.
THE FUTURE IS OUR ENEMY!!!
The future keeps all from us. It dangles fate before us like a carrot on a strand of barbed wire armed with acidic lasers. Yet we bite. *bows head*
Tickle your intentions with this idea:
KILL THE FUTURE! We shall rise up and live in the past. Dig out that jean jacket. PUT IT ON! Listen to Bon Jovi 80 times a second! The radio is your enemy. They are only harbingers of EXSISTANCE. Fail me in this task, and you shall be known as "losers".
Victory shall be mine, I laugh in the face of defeat! To me, the young of my enemies are a tasty garnish a-top my pudding-like desert!
-Demo
Slayer of many
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