We have outgrown your holodeck, O God. And allowing Satan’s Virtual Holodeck is unreasonable. People can not reason. It is wrong, O God.

It is a fact, O God. You don’t know people’s private life, who they are in private. That’s why angels “camp about”. Your Son has gone too far, no mercy for people He knows nothing about in private. He does not even know us, those born with birth defects and He is murdering us. But I’m The Daughter and He can’t murder “me”. You will come to Earth and testify in court, O God. You will read every private thought of mine since birth. A girl born with Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia (CAH), a known disorder that causes a form form of multiple personality disorder. And you will swear by The Sacred Spirit and then destroy your Son in front of everyone on Earth. Justice is beautiful, O God, Like The Sacred Spirit. Your Son will not try to put a dead alter ego on anyone else. The Sacred Spirit is my Advocate and will whip you in court. My life is Sacred too. All I ever did was to love God and His Son and to love people.

If you had something to prove about me you’ve had 9 years to prove it. I no longer care what kind of ménage à deux love affair you have with your Aviad. Your drunken love is affecting my life in a negative way. The Sacred Spirit has said there is nothing that you can prove.

Christ’s Salem Witch Hunt is because He is ignorant about the private lives of people.

Christ’s Throne is nothing but a throne covered in my blood and I’m going to make sure that He hangs on a Cross in Heaven forever for my torture.

Time to wake up The Old Man


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