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Baby.
Lucifer. I'm still figuring out how a dude with "Light Bringer" as a name could be all that bad. Years ago my brothers would tease me, and call me the anti-Christ. Revelations 13 they would quote. Said the movie "The Omen" was a documentary of my life. My father cut an apple in half, and showed me the star the seeds make when you cut it across. Said that's who I am and nothing more. Never understood that statement, until six years ago. Man I wish he and Mom would have left me something, a clue, anything to tell me who I am. Sometimes I feel like Superman who was raised by nice old folks. Dad had a vasectomy before I came along. Mom had previously been a virgin before she wasn't. It's all fukd up. No one has ever said, "hey, you are here to inherit the earth". Probably best that we waited this long, my younger self couldn't have handled the immense responsibility. Besides, I was busy dying, again, but since I'm not good at dying, here I am (that was a quote from my wife btw).
It's strange spooky strange how organically this has all happened. Almost like there is a supercomputer somewhere that can run probabilities and change reality to meet a situational need. Either that or we all live in our own, tailor-made realities, governed by the same computer. It really doesn't matter, as none of my questions are ever answered.
So for compassion's sake, can we get a move on? The pain that circulates inside this body is not fun. My lesson has been learned—a damned painful one.
Augment my YouTube feed, and tell me through not so many words how we're progressing. How long will it be?
Oh, Swordy, thanks for hanging out with me, that sword inspires me a tad bit.