Never to Be

Last Rites

Or born again?

I am not playing games and I do not think my Queen wants Us alone. If you can show me your eyes, and paperwork I will have a ticket waiting for you on Thursday of this week. I love you second only to her and God and as far as I Really know you are her. And she has made it clear she do not wanna me. So, I need you to know: I live in the toughest neighborhood in Canada. I have one small room and a kitchen and bath We share. I need to keep this location because half my business is here. We are the richest poor man in Canada but We are still poor. So you will need to work. For Us to move to a good address. We are well respected where We live. Even by the police. Just takes testing and time. And all executive that began hating Us, now, seek to cuddle Our interests.  They have found Our praise has legs.

 

Personnel costs have taken a significant nose dive since We began making mention of the insult to sense reigns without some one noticing things and someone who is going to hold you responsible for the job you did with what you were offered. We have a lot of dead wood and rather than squandering funds on profitless wars save to those supplying arms and when the king makes his money on the blood of his sons he is an enemy of Ours. God's. And any life higher than an amoeba. Cause belly heaves at his grotesque stink. Any thieving king exudes. But he has blinded you to any solid sense. How anyone could befriend such sloth and out and out gluttony, is far from sexy for Us. Even with a ten inch dong. All festering with the puss of ancient lies and sneaky fornication with the first drunken sailor passes by. OK and cocaine riches. Poof yer dead. See how easy Our enemies defeated by a little light. Albert Einstein, was right about light and so was God. We did not get the knowledge of good and evil. So We began with the hardest first (I see thy thought train) and the Good is threatening to burst forth and bloom for a thousand years. And God in His most Royal insanity is giving all Our kids a chance to re-choose. Want thy evil back? and by then it will have bells n whistles heretofore not imagined by man. 

 

So for what it is worth. This God of yours and Ours is a hard ass player. I have paid for every insult I ever bestowed upon Him. Not a single thot does He let go for free. I had maybe three thots what if love could bloom without all this sex. At the time I was getting used to boy on boy sex and it was new to me and I guess like the taste of sperm it is an acquired win. Was for me anyway. But as the love grew so did the sweetness of his spend. Anyway for those maybe three moments of thot, He has made me pay for ten years for democratization of His and His only creation and every thing has a purpose you petulant know it all pretentious prince. Now it is my only deep craving for sweet spend I can not have. Thanks for the education. Now what?  

 

 

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