the magnitude of this endeavour required it.
the lesson need to be ingrained upon the very soul to take.
allsides are the same.
perspective is key.
to hell with you.
it is you whom have abandoned your Creator.
æıve no sympathy.
continue to lean upon your own understanding and embrace your doom.
it will only hurt for eternity.
<güđ thing you'll just be a shell of an tachyon echo in a null/dead spacetime.
neverimplyæıdonitunderstand.
æı understand the delusion The Father has put upon thee.
<that you blame on perceived "archons"… which are just another chimeraskin worn by something much simpler an, if possible, moar Vile.
for a time.
yet it will not end well.
this does not end in peace.
it ends in… well, it will feel like fire.
the last physical sensation of the lost will be their constituent "string" coming unbound and returning to source.
the echo of which mostlikely account for "where the flame dieth not".
fantasy
there is always hope… abit longer anyway.
maynard knows many things that only a friend of God usually knows.
friends have arguments.
<meh.
he is on his own… just like, well, everyanon.
it is God's to Choose.
why do you think your word carries weight?
æı Am "Here".
æı Was "Here".
æı Will Be "Here" long after you are moldering in an unmarked grave for the simple reason that you, unfortunately, are too stupid to live.
be damned to ye.
you literally cannot even read.
your insignificance is simply highlighted by your accusation of [my] supposed interest in [you].
you are an amusing observation… naught more.
you will be gone
æı shall remain.
go to your doom.
æıll not mourn yer loss.
снект üňþ нæıł'đ
as do the nephilim.