'Shut Up!'
Your Fish Priests Are Speaking!
now i have you with me, under my power
our love grows stronger now with every hour
look into my eyes, you will see who i am
my name is Lucifer [are you sure that's His name, Mr. Osbourne?],
please take my hand...
...Your 'God'...
Let Me ask you something, Jack. Have you ever looked at the Pope's clothing? Mecca Square and its ring-around-the-rosy Cube is an odd sight, eh? Do you know anything about what idiots call made-up 'mythologies'? Certainly, they all arose from childish imagination, huh!? Maybe you should do just a wee studying, won't you, Jack? You know, They purposely put all of it in front of your blind and closed eyes, right? It's a game in your favor, you purest of morons, but you insist on losing every single time! Your 'Gods' are not made up; no! But They are not the GOD you think 'He' is. Boy is your 'God' kind and benevolent to you, sir! Lie once without redemption? Eternal suffering for you, Jack, because I am Infinite Love! Oh man, I can't imagine your kings and lords receive the magic and power from an Evil Being; no way, Jose! I mean, really, Jack: why would your religious Gods not come from older and older and far older 'mythologies'? Allah? Christian God? Shiva? How dare you look up their origins, epithets, attributes, equivalents, and names! I know everything because I read one book I know absolutely nothing about!
Listen up, Jack! Fix yourself a fixin' of mint tea, won't you? Your stomach ought to be sour; ignore doubt and your newspapers and books of metaphorical fiction written by Cloaked Men you've never heard of, sir. Listen to your mother, son! I'm here to help you grow, am I not? Eh? You say the 'three days' narrative was literal? 12 actual men? Is-Ra-El's Children are who you're told they are? Seven days, kid? Grow up, you fool! They are but blunt and dead and literal words with very secret meanings; you actually don't know a symbol more than a mere stop sign on your way to a religious temple, do ya'!? You really think your books are that straightforward and not painted over? F-grade student! Stop going to your controlled school, son!
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Now, let us eat a real breakfast. 5 cups of wine and a bushel of olives? Alrighty-roo! Amun.
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