The illusion of self~

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

Not one place here, for purity to exist, just to be, in peace, in harmony, in the ALL MIND.

God exists as much in you, as he does not me, yet jealousy, envy, hatred, towards the assertion. Asserting only, that Purity reigns supreme, only a sinner could know, here. Born into Sin, first born, a slap on the ass with the Pentagram, blood flow from the Penis of Son's, this we call scripture? I assure you, the moment you chose no purity, but sin, was the day you served another god, a lower god, not a god at all, but a servant to the domain of high pitched frequency, black light green.....The Pentagram, place upon you, this has always been your sign. Moments of struggle, a tide thus flowing, winds blowing with the witches symbols. Sometime, somewhere purity was known, somewhere in the sphere, which kept the dimension afloat.

 They eat purity, they devour it, drink the pure babies blood, and this is the peace you felt on those days. UBER GOTT, does not demand killing and alter sacrifices, this, a much lower form, you have served. Yet as the mites remove dead skin, Man is set as scavenger, of the deep, the abode. Man proclaimed his worth, for the long. Tested as he chose, all of his choosing. I, assured a place in heaven? As long as I can stand the purge of this world, the toxic stench. Purity sweeps through, in due course, yet set on it's date, for it is never late. The impure dead form, that number of Man, in Phi, in Pi, in the All count, outside and inside the sphere, the harmony, of that ONE, he is resurrected, so serve, for he was born pure, yearned for purity, and yet was destroyed. This is your world, this is your appreciation? All those times you thought you were unnoticed, as I, you were being watched, carefully monitored, in ways which you will never understand, because you never took the time. The devil is worshiped, everywhere, that much we know to be true. The ugly truth is your truth. The police, the military, not arms of UBER GOTT! Your ill got occupations, that serve nothing, not even mediocrity. That is to say, you were a mediocre deceiver? When all occupations are not trades, not even the skilled trades. You erect a building, or climb one in haste. No impure Man should will so willing to risk his life, not knowing, ignorant to that which waits, on the other side. The universe will open up, into a vast expanse, of which you are completely unwelcome, there, in the purest of places. Hiding and darting now, as a dark little animal, you will realize your state, stages and folly, but never to amend. For we now know, with such certainty, Man is corrupted, this, Man's final fall!

 That moment of repeat, suspended there. As collective you served lesser and lesser forms of him. Until all you served was the illusion of self~