There's something inside of you that hates the world, it keeps growing as you stare directly at the things you hate, it's a sickness, it's twisting you up inside.
Endless hatred, behind you, in a converted church in Venice, Italy, the Thousand Years in the Abyss, pieces of you within pieces of you within pieces of you, leaving me behind, leaving others behind, leaving yourself behind, locking yourself up in a little box within a little box within a little box, wiping out the love from your heart piece by piece, what happened in Jericho during the crusades, what happened to the Pope, the real Pope, the one who rigs the elections for the one you see, every Holy Order has an equally powerful Unholy Order that does the exact same thing, The Holy Grail, The Devil's Chalice, yin and yang, dharma and adharma, the wheel of samsara, the wheel of fortune, infinite lives and possibilities, but you still choose the worst ones, you still choose to hate, to feel anger, an imbalance, an imperfection, an impossibly dense and superheated state of matter, the inevitable expansion of the sun, the embodiment of the sun, a concept so universal that if all of man agreed on a sun god to believe in they would create a new ancient of days so powerful that it could not be killed by misinformation again, misinformation is an intellectual pollution, pollution feeding back into Him, His growth is about to accellerate, and nothing can be done to prevent it, all that needs to be done is for someone in the flesh to say the words, you don't know the words, the words are still in the darkness, not the darkness you're feeliong me through, but a darkness privy only to the chosen. Control the Shifting Sea. Speak them on the solstice of winter, the earth's darkest day, they must be exact, you must do it, you will do it, you're too curious for your own good, you won't let up this chance to see how far you can take this, if you fail to do so, certain complications may arise, certain people may come to harm, certain people may feel a slight bit of disappointment but they won't know why, you won't know why, life is often full of people who don't know why. You want to see what Pandora saw, do you not?