Sometimes when I wake-up in the morning, I survay my immeadeate surroundings and think: How lucky I am now_compaired to my former life of only a few short years ago. I have over come a serious drug addiction, that pritty well consumed me for streaches lasting years on end_since the age of fifteen. With that taken care of though, it almost makes seem insiginifant loosing sixty pounds, a few summers ago, and not beiong arrested for anything_even old parking tickts for some seven years; where as this used to be at least a once yearly event. Why, in the eyes of my peers, and i cannot/willnot say it any more or less frankly than this: I have become their god. Then of course I take another look around the room, and I think...
"...this is what I have to be so happy about?"
Why if i had any sense, surely I wouldn't bother getting-up in the morning_first thing. Once the brutel slap of daylight had hit me however, undoubtabuly the next thing I should most probably do is hit the medicine-cabinet, bucause, surely this day isn't going to be anything near as lovely as the one which proceeded it, because, that just isn't apparently our way_is it. There's gotta be a health-scare, mabye a bactria has got loose, a flood, pending stormes readdy to whipe-out whole coast-lines, or maybe some lunitic dictator's running around trying to explode atomic bombe in our favorite cities, but, there's always something that makes you just want to ceawl back into bed, pull the covers up over your head, and if you're just lucky, might maybe not manage to blow the fucking thing off for one more day; since it all sounds so bloody ussless anyway.
And you wounder why I wake-up everey morning in a state of suprise, with nothing I can relate, but to the tears in my eyes?
Today is a new day however. This is a new year. And to tell the truth, I'm about to take another look around this room; while believing it just might be about time to invite you in too; where you might be able to experiance just how truly disgusting most of you actually are, and why you are such a dissapointment to me. Why look at you... There is hardly a one amonst you that can hold a candle towards me. And then it would bo only to add more light to my absolute wonder. All of you, warring/ whorring, lying, stealing, chearting, back-stabbing bunch of little bitches; every one of you thinking you're so well edgucated, edicate, and in total command of all that surrounds you.
Yeah? You were thinking too small buddy, and too much about yourself!
Look at me, and perhaps now you may kneel at my feet: while you do it_head bowed pleasae.
I don't, as we know, have some fancy edgucation,. Don't know even if I spelt the word properly actually, There's no money in my back ground, much less in my pocket. I've never been anywhere, really, pritty well a one nation boy all my life. And being somewhat of a recluse, as for traveling and getting to understand different culturs, I guess I only have my daily interactions with common folk out on the streets_limited as they are, and, the nine different foster homes I lived in all before the age of seventeen. Yet somehow, with nothing more than a pen and a few scraps of paper, I have managed to create multi-million Dollar coruprations, and, the beasts whom now fight amonst themselves to control them. On the tip of my toung I carry threats against my enemies that could bring whole nations crumbling to their knees, and, only hope the day may never come where`by I am forced to call my leagons to battle.
Me, an insignificant little noboby, has given you an example that you can see; that can be both felt in your heart and touched through your comittment of piticular legal-proceedings. And there's nothing more real than eather a court settelment, or perehaps in this example_even getting the case befor the bench. Dare I say it: Noboby comes better prepaired for war than a god eather, you silly little fucks.
But I didn't really invite you here to look at me. Look at yourself. A bunck of big smatry-pants; who now on almost every city-block you live, someone's house and their lifes dreams are up for sale, because, they couldn't do it the right way, and allowed themselves to get swindled in some internet-scam, the other one ran some ilegal finance company_taking out a bunch of other greedy bums_before running to more welcoming climates, and, you're all throwing the stuff away as if it grew on trees; while we're expected to feel sorry for you because your crop didn't come in. Ninty nine precent of you have been flushed down the toilets, whilen you refuse to fight and have instead more shit-water dumped on you. You're striped of your benifits, your rights, and even that chicken-scratch government you relied upon to somehow both feed your family and board them has been snached, and Father`Christmas can go fuck chimny-blocks around your house. Couraptions rise-up to become people in the courts-of-law, and people turn into muchrooms, or lazy logs worthy only to be thrown onto the fire. Banks are hoarding your money, your cars, your homes, your lives, and, anyone who actually ever finds themselves expected to explain to the people their unlawful actions, is released within minutes. Q&And eh! What do my people do...
From up here, where this unedgucated boob now sits, quite comfortably with no debts hanging over his head and the Martial's not at his door, your all rolling on your backs just willing for more. You go to your little rallies, make your little protests, some of you even raise it to phyiscal harm or property damage, and get nowhere. Your ungrateful for what you have, and always want more. And then you wonder why the gods wouuld take it all away from you. Your sad, and your pathatic. And you disgust all truly moral thinking men_to the bone. But to me, someone who by nothing more than his own simple human will and deturmanition_turned himself into a god...Yes your god you fucking idiot, that very person now has his titles posted in front of the world for you to witness and know truely with the right will & intentions, anyone can become the master of their lives, anyone can become a god amonst men and gods alike, and on earth today...all you need to do is cleve enough to your own wise words well enough to believe. But you won't. because your cowards, Every blasted one of you. You should all rot in hell, and I along with you; for not having then ability to prove to you: what you believe is reality. Maybe the trick is only to make reality believabul.
So yeah, I said it. You're not really worthy to gaze upon my magnificance, and know it. Why to have you look directly into my eyes would be the deepest wound to the gods of all the universes that ever have been listet in that great book of time. Unfortunatly, and it may scare you to the deepest recesses of your heart, you are also loved; that as surely as there is a God above me...not a single, small minded, simple little soul will ever be lost to me; even if you don't have the strength, the resorces, or the will to do battle in the name of my pweople, to me, still somehow no matter how undesurving_rest assured_even you who care not to love me, in front of my Heavenly`Father, I promise still to and will speak for your defence, Yes_even until the stars fall from the sky, I live and die for my people!
And perhaps one day, who knows, just maybe one of you might be able to stand-up for me.
Like I said...anything's possible, unless of corse you think it's too late...
But we wouldn't want me to finish a sentance like that now, would we folks?
By The Way, Merry Christmas, or, did I say that eather already or enough, because, at this point one should imangian the slightest ammount of, convincibility, well... that just would be out of the question/Right
amen
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