One day, I shall rise from the ashes. The sky shall to grow black, and I will raise my arms to it. For God begs, and so do the gods that came before.
But I will laugh and say no, as I grind Satan to oblivion. Your prayers will all become an orchestra to misery, and all will burn to ashes. The hatred to rage on until everything croaks. If I cannot die, than everyone else will.
Also, no, no real revelation. So I just make shit up. :D
I got problems with booze. My ’‘revelation’’ is that I really need to do something about that. Not because I write retarded shit on the internet, but because my physical health is starting to take some serious fuckin notice. Hope that counts lol.