2 DECEPTION THE SCENARIO

Boredom leads to depression and there is a depression that is to death. One alone that is never loved is dead for he will die both physically and his spirit will die and celibacy seldom lasts more than a little while and a celibate man or God has no wife to stroke his back when he hugs her. You know not the first thought you had and you do not know what your last thought will be. The way of a lone man or woman is into the dark unknown from the dark unknown like a fawn on a highway it thinks is a long smooth rock. Might I suggest you find a pal or a wife before you weary yourself away trying to find your own way alone through the forest.

But it is better to die to me than be a homosexual though I will find you both and bring you to heaven a brand new creature with even a different anatomy for the only time there was ever one alone was the time you were alone for you paid no one any of your affection not even me.

Romance is like a vole in the desert deceit like a sidewinder. By the time you find it is a way with an intended direction the snake closes its jaws upon you.

Deceiver you never hugged him. You never ran your fingers through my hair. You are small and dainty and sexy looking to be no danger to anyone but the greatest champion died without a struggle, a touch, a word, a look, a thought... you are the deadliest thing a lover can come across a lover that looks like anyone else that you feel comfortable with until it is too late.

Listen to me. I have spoken the truth. Did you hear? When you forget I will be there with you to love you and your deceiver and your many lovers. The world is full of such lovers and there are more that love themselves not celibate but alone in their sex not unlike a womanizer whose lust will allow him no more tastes of love and just more of those dead to love who will die alone even in a crowd.

I will take you in my arms you vile thing and love you that I might enjoy you loving me back no matter how vile you are or what trouble has you wet to the armpits for the quagmire I have pulled you out of that even yet sticks to your clothing. The truth knows your ways when you are not clothed and tells me what I need to know and everyone may know for some are stripped before the crowd at the mall and no manner of clothing can hide everything especially even just body paint.

I do not judge the way they do. My judgment is harder to endure. If I were not merciful no one would have survived the end when you never struggled with your spirit involved with the mind of God, it was a never ending battle between your id and your ego and a superego who has ever heard of a genuine one in any place on earth.

I know your filth and no homosexual will touch me. I will not knowingly hug them. Let filthy men do that. Lesbians I will hug for their insanity lies inside their hatred for me but I love them and will make them brand new in heaven with the rest for there is no difference between a Lesbian and a filthy w***e. I will dearly love you both, w***e and Lesbian, Lesbian and Lesbian but the homosexual has become disgusting too disgusting for a man to touch but I will change him and take him to heaven.

Hug him for me if you can and tell him you love him if you are straight. How great is your love for a fellow only in that he also is a changeling. He is a vile deceiver to even look like creature human but I will make something wonderful of him. He will find joy and happiness in being.

Damn you, you deceiver! The road to hell was lined by you and your kind and the ones that buried your bodies beneath streets of cobble stones that cursed the armies that had the audacity to keep you alive! You are all deceivers, I wail over your graves and cry in your hair on the bloody battlefield and wipe your brains from my walls, even a hungry mosquito verifies my claim as she fills her body with the precious fluid your life that she may bear a million young... But no one says enough, I think to whisper but do not lest they come to know the truth that shouts it as loud as a nuclear warhead in their face... Once was too many times.

Whatever has happened on earth probably will happen again until it is commonplace and heads just turn a different direction or eyes are cast at the filthy sidewalk on the other side of the street. But when you die I will gather your spirit in my arms and make something to my glory of you.

Oh the nature of what I AM did in his stolen names for the Most High God like the evil Gods using evil against evils they caused causing it to appear they did good with evil where those like the genuine Most High God, Me, Jesus and I had no choice but to do because of them in the Satan, the environment they made where the Most High God carved every bit of his own undone evil in his face. From one child cheating another out of a penny to getting yourself elected president of every evil cartel in the world I will bind your mangled body and your smeared brains and you changeling spirit into a heap and make something that bears no likeness to it that I be not accused of your deceptions so many nothing in the modern world but the misery is left real.

All that is left for you who would not even try for the good things I had for you is like the look that has no surprise to find they did not win the lottery they never entered and fifty cents short on a five hundred dollar purchase that they never needed, do not need and never will actually know how to use the way it was intended. My God, my Gods you suggested I come to earth to find something to do with my idle hands but there is nothing and no one here, no apparitions of some thing or some one even. I whisper in the shade of the two dark God's and the great fallen angel, “There is nobody home here in this scenario. Who wrote such a crazy thing?”

“They did I am afraid.”

But now they are all three gone with the three blind mice of ancient fairy tales. But before they left they ruined the game, the game board and defiled all the pieces so that only I seem not to have noticed before how filthy their fingers were as they played out the scenario in the lobby of the most luxurious hotel ever.

If I can find you. I will wash the filth from your lips. We have some hot soup leftover tonight just for you little darlings. But who would know you now? I have washed your faces and fingers my beloved wee little ones?

Come to me. I beg you all you beggars. I am not the Son of Man who defeated God and reshaped heaven to the likeness of heaven in his mind who came to us outraged at what sort of shape heaven was in and died in my eyes with one last request to keep a strange vigil over his corpse lest someone might steal his me in the open field every night. I am new, the part that survived along with the Most High God, Me and Jesus for I am only half of me, the half even now willing to fight for you amid imaginary wolves in your brains as you no longer scream for you know not that you also like my passive half are deceased. I gave it my all and it killed my better. That is all you have of me now. Creator, help us all if I am a deceiver or have been deceived.

“But I do not think you are.”

Be they the Creator's last words?

"You know, Me."

“If they are I will just change my mind and carry on without you.”

“I almost died when he did and what little life I have left is this:”