You must understand, readers, that these Large, Fat Men who preside over ye: that though the creators of them, believe not nor follow thine laws of a society. Their laws art of a different kind; for the Laws of, We, the Builders, art the lack thereof, for the Law of Nature is 'God Given' and made to be Our slave. Notwithstanding, Rabbits, over thee and thine tiny, tiny, tiny heads art placed the man-made laws composed by such Men-Beyond-Men, for thou know naught of Nature, despite thinking ye know everything. According to the Law, ignorance not only bringeth forth destruction (consciously and physically), but is in itself the death of Man and his purpose. So it be, that the Temple Builders and We who lay Foundations keep thee seemingly in ignorance, that ye mayest learn from it, overcome it, and conquer once and for all the savagery and morally-lacking Nature. Through thee to the wolves, shall We, and ye shall be eaten up by thy own hands in one day. Then, provide unto thee the True History of thine Creation and those Dark Powers that rule over thee. Now, what doth one imagine ye shalt do with such knowledge? Not get enlightened in a day! No sir! Not most people at least. Knowledge in the hands of the Unwise is Unwise and Ignorant in itself. See, a Big Birdy on this Right Shoulder of Mine saith that, if I told ye, whether a million years ago or an hour past, thou wouldst turn this World upside down in sheer panic; thou wilt become like a fearful and submissive lion that feeleth threatened, despite thinking he is stronger than most. Geezy Petes, ye truly just cannot fathom an atom of what is and has been going on since the Beginning. Ye really believe They hath thine best interest, huh? That They art religious and ethical Men. 'God-Fearing', ye saith? Yes! But why that phrase? Why in the GOOD GOD'S name would HE demand fear? Oh, yes, saith My Birdy: They do, in fact, fear a God, a Demiurge, who believeth He is the one and only God of this existence. Art thou starting to catch My drift? Their 'God' is Satan, The Black Cube. Don't believe Me, ye saith? Alrighty-tighty, little-headed mister. Please close the tab and go to thine pointless, unnatural job and watch the news, sir, while ye eat poison thou knoweth nothing whatsoever about. Please, sir, this is not for ye. Die a death shall thou and start this life of ye once more that goeth nowhere, sir. It doth not fail Myself. This is for those Rabbits who hath the Big Heads, Fat Tummies, Eyes Without Lids, Kind Drunkards.  

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