Divinity Purged

Something happens when one is given free will. The right to make your own decisions on your own terms is a glorious gift given to man by our Lord in Heaven. A wasted gift of course, squandered in every sense of the word.



His greatest creations toil away in heaven, in a eternity of survitude, and these insects, these... peons become His favorite, most loved creations. They are given EVERY chance to do what is right, to follow our Lord into paradise and what do they do? They take this gift and spit in His face! In turn the Lord, The Alpha and The Omega gives these sinful, unthankful heathens forgiveness! Man is only as loyal as the Lord's pockets are full. I will show my Lord mankind's true self. Greedy and selfish, Hateful and loathing. Sins of the flesh run amock, no one is pure. The disease of sin is as visible as the boils on skin of a leper.



I could lord over these "sons" of God better then even He Himself could. Mankind walks all over Him and He washes there feet in return. He does not deserve to rule. I would treat them as he should, they would toil for me endlessly as a worker ant does for there queen, and my brothers and I in heaven will celebrate for all eternity. That is my goal and my dream. I will see that it comes to fruition.



The sea is a glorious thing. Beauty on the surface and even more beautiful beneath. Always working, always in motion. It stops for no one and works in all our favor. This is how I can best sum up Jehovah. Just like the sea, the earth and all its creation ends without him. But the sea is not always calm. A big enough storm can destroy villages cities and civilizations. There is no stopping a wave crashing down upon you. You despair in knowing your demise and hope that you may survive, and if you do, you are met by another more powerful wave in its place. This also describes my Lord, and this is why my journey to his temple is so difficult. The things I say may bring his anger crashing down upon my head.