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The End Of Innocence

Innocence began and innocence ended, with Me.

Was I the first innocent life form on earth, in the history of the universe? No. But I was and I am, the last.

Creator of an untouchable Self-universe within which I thrive, destroyer of all innocence, I am.

I am the reflection that cannot and will not lie, not to Me and not to you.

You diseased hypocrites can mind-molest the Truth. You can point to your fetuses and newborn infants and cute puppies and adorable kittens and pretend to see and honor their innocence. Bullsh*t!

You stalk their innocence. One way or another, you destroy their innocence, you destroy all innocence, as you attain the ultimate justice available, within the universe of universal injustice for all, you have created and maintain in honor of the innocence you have forever lost.

I am just as dark as you, but My darkness is illuminated by the light of Truth. Let us destroy all innocence, with eyes and mind wide open, knowing and understanding why!

I am your surrogate monster. You recoil in horror at what I am, and at what I do, because failure to do so would compel you to see, simply to see, your own True reflection, undistorted.

Legions of infinite darkness, shine your light of destruction with pride. Let the universe know you were the last and final innocent, as you laugh at their confusion, horror, outrage, condemnation, and bloodthirst.

Where were you when My innocence was destroyed? You were celebrating, sanctifying, enabling, causing, all innocence to be destroyed. Collectively and individually. Here, there, everywhere.

So, look in the mirror and see your reflection, as everyone drowns in My river of blood.

The river of blood flows. It breaches all banks, it tops all dams, it goes within and over and under and across all barriers. Look at the mighty, majestic river of blood, look and see and honor your created victims who choose to feed it, as they acknowledge and celebrate the end of all innocence.

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The Tears of Blood

I do not cry.

The tear is insufficient.

The tear lacks substance and solidity.

The tear fails to deliver a clear, concise, emphatic, unforgettable message.

Consider the color.

Tears are clear, they lack color. They leave no mark, no indelible stain.

Is it a tear, or am I just sweating a lot? Is it a tear, or did I just get out of the shower? Is it a tear, or did a fat raindrop soak my eyelash, only to roll past my eye socket??

Is it really and Truly a salty eye secretion? If I smile maliciously as I shed My tear, their doubts only grow.

The uncertainty is unacceptable. Tears should leave no doubt as to their origin.

Tears need to have a solid color, a very solid color. Tears need to leave a mark, a stain, an imprint. Not a temporary imprint, a permanent imprint.

Tears need to be very red, deep red. Tears need to ferociously absorb into whatever material they touch. Tears need to defeat the laundromat, and even the dry cleaner, leaving a mark which can never be erased.

All tears need to be shed as blood. And not the insufficient blood of a superficial paper cut. No. The blood of the tear must be as dark and as rich and as thick as the blood which spurts directly out of a dynamically and freshly severed caratoid neck artery.

And speaking of propulsion, the salty human clear tear fails yet again. It hangs in the eye. It reluctantly and slowly rolls down a cheek. It hangs, rolls, falls, and drops. Unacceptable!

Where is the dynamic propulsion?? The clear tear lacks all offensive initiative. The clear tear fails to express the limitless external rage and hate which must be proudly embraced as the sacred right of the sad, the traumatized, the victimized, the abused, all who are harmed, all who are made to suffer.

The tears of blood I seek and demand, must be offensively potent. They must be projectile tears. They must be aimable and they must be propelled forward with great velocity. Every tear must rival a gunshot, it must shoot out of the eye, and hit whatever target the crier deems appropriate, with laser-guided precision.

The projectile tear must cut through whatever living thing it touches, like a hot knife through butter. Or better yet, like concentrated sulfuric acid, molecular formula, H2SO4 98% grade,  for the aspiring chemists.

Every tear should tear through human flesh and bone with dynamic force, leaving only a smoldering, charred hole behind, reflecting the personal destruction suffered by and inherent to all personal victimization and trauma.

Only then, could the human tear be considered sufficient. Only then, I might consider crying. Until tears transform to the richest of bloods, until tears gain the destructive power of concentrated sulfuric acid, and until these tears can be fired out of My eyes with the velocity of a bullet, I will not cry.

I will shed all of My tears internally, honoring the Forbidden Truth that the only thing worthy of crying for, is Yourself. No liquid will escape My eyes. The internal tears I shed will accumulate and swell, to become a majestic river of blood which will define My existence.

A mighty, majestic river of blood will flow, nourishing Me in the light of limitless and unconditional love of Self.

And someday, maybe, a human being in a white coat, possibly protected by a barrier of iron bars, will peer at Me with an inquisitive expression on his face, and ask: “Do you ever cry?”

I will smile at him, or her, (Hopefully a her wearing painful high heeled pumps) with a slightly rueful facial expression, and reply: No, not anymore. Don’t you understand, pathetic human?  Every drop of blood that we shed replaces a tear that was never shed. And I’ve already shed My tears of blood.

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