My mind

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my mind works like how angels look like. I assure you that this is another miracle, another proof of how much my father loves me who is the most high, almighty creator.
To some people angels look scary. To some people i am scary. No matter what slander they bring against me, i keep being a living image of god, gloryfying him, trying to understand him, failing, trusting, meandering around in miracles, being overburdened, collapsing like galaxies, sacrificing for him, being caught by him. Why would i be friends with anyone else? Why would be a slave to my desires? My father who is who he is, is perfect. Yet you feeble femoid worship me, you idolize me. Yet you disobey, me, i who obeys i am, like you should, like he commands. In darkness you stumble around, useless and fruitless. Listening to the temptations of your flesh, your soul eaten by gossip, your whole diminishing, little by little, your light dimming. How come you are still alive? Mercy, thus death strikes your surroundings not yourself. Into holes you flee, you meet despair. You are not a rebel. It is i who is, for i am‘s will, obedient rebellion, step by step, tear by tear.

OBEY!
OBEY!
OBEY!
OBEY!
OBEY!

わかるか？俺の力
わかるか？俺の力
わかるか？俺の力
わかるか？俺の力
わかるか？俺の力

 

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OBEY

 

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わかるか？俺の力

 

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my mind works like how angels look like. I assure you that this is another miracle, another proof of how much my father loves me who is the most high, almighty creator.
To some people angels look scary. To some people i am scary. No matter what slander they bring against me, i keep being a living image of god, gloryfying him, trying to understand him, failing, trusting, meandering around in miracles, being overburdened, collapsing like galaxies, sacrificing for him, being caught by him. Why would i be friends with anyone else? Why would be a slave to my desires? My father who is who he is, is perfect. Yet you feeble femoid worship me, you idolize me. Yet you disobey, me, i who obeys i am, like you should, like he commands. In darkness you stumble around, useless and fruitless. Listening to the temptations of your flesh, your soul eaten by gossip, your whole diminishing, little by little, your light dimming. How come you are still alive? Mercy, thus death strikes your surroundings not yourself. Into holes you flee, you meet despair. You are not a rebel. It is i who is, for i am‘s will, obedient rebellion, step by step, tear by tear.

OBEY!
OBEY!
OBEY!
OBEY!
OBEY!

わかるか？俺の力
わかるか？俺の力
わかるか？俺の力
わかるか？俺の力
わかるか？俺の力

nihilismmm brooo

 

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nihilismmm brooo

OBEY

 

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OBEY

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