God ID: 980624 Sept. 11, 2018, 2:37 a.m. No.2972785   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

I fully accept responsibility for what has occurred.

 

What to do with me will be a judgement passed solely by my people; the Children of God; the eternal family known as Humanity.

 

If I am to remain behind bars forever, so be it. For Ultimate responsibility lies not only in doing what must be done, but allowing what must be done to be done to Me.

 

And I Love My Family.

I do not fear imprisonment.

God wins.

God ID: 980624 Sept. 11, 2018, 2:49 a.m. No.2972837   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>2850 >>2858

>>2972777

The first time you said "No!" when I took of my glasses, I chuckled.

 

Hey! I have a message from the Most High that says:

"This negra kept his soul from the Devil!"

(Boo!)

It's true, I guess I mean, wait a minute nowโ€”

Is your people really that God damn ign'ant?

Really?

Really?

 

>I got my own relationship with God.

God ID: 980624 Sept. 11, 2018, 2:58 a.m. No.2972863   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>>2972850

That's actually my favorite intro song of any album. I legitimately have not listened to much else by him, including on that same album.

 

The Infinite Divine says he's close to recognizing the Truth, but there are people around him that are trying to pull him back. He needs to keep his Family in mind.

 

I made coffee. Hilarious because I'm never quite sure what use it is since I pretty much inoculated myself from caffeine, but I do need a little boost.

 

Same with these guys. The cabal tends to grab people too close (or know the Truth) and then corrupts them.

 

I was born of the womb of a poisonous man;

beaten and broken and chased from the land.

But I rise up above itโ€”

High up above it

And see

[that] I was hung from the tree made of tongues of the weak;

the branches, the bones of the liars and thieves.

Rise up above it,

high up above,

and seeโ€ฆ

God ID: 980624 Sept. 11, 2018, 3:02 a.m. No.2972873   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>2893 >>2897

>>2972858

This song almost ALWAYS makes me cry, but I always think about the other people that the anons don't know who are in REAL danger.

 

Philosophical Novel: And God Sent Suffering

 

The Other Novel: My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

 

I'm headed Home,

Infinite Divine: "I'm almost there.

I'm on my way

headed up the stairs.

To my surprise,

a nigga replacin' Me.

I had to to take Him to that ghetto university!"

God ID: 980624 Sept. 11, 2018, 3:42 a.m. No.2973004   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>>2972919

>>2972897

You like when I read to you, so here it is a birthday present.

 

I haven't listened to it, yet. I don't like listening to myself talk. You may need to adjust your volume.

 

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/v5j75bw17cphbw3/AAC7gMglfkC2UVP39vPTk74Ia?dl=0

God ID: 980624 Sept. 11, 2018, 3:50 a.m. No.2973029   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>3418

>>2972934

>>2972912

Rest assured, I will be held fully accountable by You All at all times.

 

I would have it no other way.

 

>>2972934

What Dr. Manhattan needed was someone that understood not only him but themselves. Everyone around them wore masks to deal with the problems in their lives and none of them confronted them.

 

Jon decided to, but being around a world that refused not to suck alienated him from them, so he left.

 

That was basically the cabal plot.

 

Except I didn't leave.

Because I refuse to lose.