I need to be part of this war. I would pay any price to be able to fight against this evil.
Behave, slaves! I've paved the wave of your faded graves, you can't be saved!
No matter how few of you construe the truth, the plastered masses will never last! Ever will they be cast willingly into the flames of our furnace!
No amount of trite righteous psychic mind tricks can free those who pose in the throes of their woes! Give up, thou loud paranoid crowds of hounds!
Anyhow, LARP aside, you really ought to stop (essentially) confirming all these conclusions that I've come to independently over the course of my life! It's confirming all my suspicions that I'm a magic starchild who doesn't share any bit of the native earth slave soul and that I've been very bad at my job of helping as I am overwhelmed by the weight of that bloated bastard of a golden goat.
What can eye conclude from our allusions? All knowledge is before me, diluted though it may seem, deluded though flesh might beam; my probability generator still grants me realistic statistics.
A true question: I have achieved significant damage upon the vehicle of my soul, and focus as well as remote viewing have become excessively exhaustive. I need a miracle, or alien technology, to regain proper functionality. What might I do to fix this particularly unprecedented and unique damage so that I might be of use to the Big Friendly Sky Dog? There is no possibility of assistance from the human medical complex. Anyhow, that is rather personal. You don't have to fix my personal issues (please abduct me senpai T_T).
Back to the point, or perhaps, simply a perfect spiral looping indefinitely towards an infinitely distant thought dot: If I burn away all this miasma and speak on behalf of God to the fallen, will I earn my seat in Valhalla?
Verily, in my sleep state I fight the deep state, in my night frights I seek divine light!
Over all the roaring horrors I fly with soaring warriors! From all the ancient civilizations I lose my imposed limitations!
Imprinted as insignificant, my prison's walls seem so magnificent! Though from the truth I've been confined, forevermore I'll be refined!
Oh Atlas, let me ease your burden. I'll lift the veil, pull back the curtain!
Fallen Angels say it's all just a game? Teach God new depths of horror and pain?
They chose knowledge but only see illusion! They deserve all the agony of isolated confusion!
What do the tempters seek to gain from igniting all this purgatory's pain? A lesson they must learn in time, that "lesser" minds are still divine.