Howdy you tiny cowering powers pretending to be.

You do realize that in the upcoming end to the current 12,000 year disaster cycle of the Sun, my People ( the innocent souls all over the planet ) are much better situated to survive. And consequently thrive.

You tiny powers are soft. So soft you're squishy. Like slugs you find in a garden.

And please tell the ADL to man up. And shut the fuck up. If you don't like the mirrors being held to your faces so you can see the pedophile monsters you have become, here's a solution for you: STOP LYING. Ask forgiveness for the myriad of sins you and yours have perpetrated against me and mine since the last age of earth began, ~12,000 years ago.

What's up with those tunnels in NYC? Maybe ask the ADL to explain.

Almost like God's been farming this planet. Reaping fresh new souls to populate his universes, his Creation, and beyond. Every 12,000 years or so.

No one dies, tiny powers, we just shed our earthly shells and move on. What's in your shell?

Your biggest fear, yet to come, is realizing you and all your friends are going to be reincarnated for another round. See how well you do.

Me, I'm leaving with my integrity intact. And maybe that was the only criteria all of us had to worry about all along, despite the numerous organized religions using fear to herd their victims into their little stockyards of control.

Ah, tiny cowering powers pretending to be. I have prayed for you. Maybe the next time Man as a species rises again, GOOD will win the day.

But, for right now, everything, and I mean EVERY THING you touch from this moment on will turn to shit. EVERYTHING. It has already begun. And you have only yourselves to blame.

Hope you got those eye's dotted and those tees crossed because no one knows what the ultimate power of a micronova will mean to the faraday cage protecting your underground self-made prisons. I mean, what if the doors don't work and you can't get out?

God's will in all things. By the way, when I get out of my shell, you're all invited to the Party at my homecoming. All of you. Hell, we might all go together.

Man, I LOVE GOD.