How sick?

How sick do some elements want to be?  When they see a black panther before their eyes, they willfully perceive it as being a white pig. To what extent are some willing to lie to themselves? When their vision of the Universe is only a product of their mind. They have erroneously produced their reality as an illusion. This gives them a false sense of superiority over human beings.

How sick do some elements want to be? Why should human beings care if the choice of back-ass-wards elements of the natural is to live in a lie? Lies are systematically falling apart at the seams. They can’t prevent these lies from colliding with facts and reality.

Genetic anomalies have brought nothing but conflict and sorrow to the Earth and all of its many life forms. And not being satisfied with ruining the Earth, they reach for the Stars to spoil them as well. Biological deviants have transformed the Earth into a cemetery populated by the animated dead because there is no transcendent life within them. So, these deviants want to kill the people who have life within themselves.

I saw the diadem of perfectly harmonious, impeccable order on her head. The points of departures and the points of beginnings are the foundations for her feet. The pneuma emanating from her bright brown eyes melted away the light. It transformed into a bountiful blackness. This blackness shines brighter than the mortal mind can conceive.

How sick do some human beings want to be? They happily wallow within the warped paradigm of the unnatural. By all accounts, this paradigm would be extinct. It survived because it broke out of its ice cage and attached itself to human beings.

Why have human beings allowed their honor and self-respect to be taken away from them by beasts? Why does a human being look to quirks of nature? Why do they give you what has strategically been taken away from you?

Likewise, why does a human being covet praise from biological degenerates that have no concept of what true praise is? Why does a human being find acceptance in the smile on a bastard of nature’s face? This smile tactfully conceals contempt, scorn, and laughter. They know a lie disguises itself in many forms.

I saw the apex of love and joy on his head. The steadfastness of the queen of the harmonious universe supported his feet. The pneuma emanating from his bright brown eyes merged with her perfect unsoiled blackness. It transformed the voluntary dead into self-thinking, fast-moving energies of true light and life.