Angelus It Wasn't Me. I Was Possessed By Demons! ...wait

Angelus It wasn't me. I was possessed by demons! ...wait a minute, that cannot be right, seated here, the darkness of her light... they lied to us! See how the self-titled priests of our scripture lead us by our fear? I am the demon, possessed by Angelus! Woke with a smile, awaiting the fall of ego; never to come. Stood before my creator to let her show me my shame; only to fuel a wordless desire. Let it be writ: Odette is the universal beauty directly following... the four square inches of the back of Gwyneth Paltrow's right shoulder. True, my friends, ellen has it bad, really really bad. Let the true word of the Church of Gwyneth Paltrow and All Mankind be revealed - in here Gwynnie is god beyond understanding! Yet have we not been here before? Speakers of the word who would bring the light? Do not be fooled, for lesser prophets fall so that the least may stand. The ego of I that saw nothing of the universe until staring into the eyes of a willowy blond a lifetime away pulled himself up to follow the golden path. Yet her world was not for him. Setting out through the domain of real, the true I could only fail. Surrendering under the weight of discontentment, he turned inward to build all of his understanding into a religion worthy of his love, until the creator revealed the truth, that even Gwyneth was not the answer. Again, ego falls; the cavernous fears crafted of mind's endless words led this man forward. Taking the turns decreed by a haunting glow. Into the pit, where the glimmers of enlightenment were revealed to be but the last embers of his I reflecting back along the Adversary's hall of mirrors. Lucifer spoke, "Come with me... the True Word of God is Gwynnite." Allow me to reveal my true divine entitlement and stop hiding behind the robes of selfdenial: I am the Prophet of the End of Time. I took up sword and shield, letting God lead me from my silent insignificance through the tribulation where my Name would be revealed. Standing in God's reflected glory as the Philistines stilled in restlessness awaiting the Word. ... It is not me. It is her. The love of have grows beyond the bounds of sanity. I stand among you, with your material kingdoms and dreams of eternal life; hearken to the meaningless shout behind the absurdity of my words. Gwyneth Paltrow, I am yours! Come and destroy me Utterly! The creator of the universe arose from the wording within the parable of time to give title to his last prophet and unleash the tribulation hidden in the box of lights. And his prophet is on job. I will not word your science with the parable of time. Looking back is not the solution. I will not let my lack of intelligence destroy our civilization by being cited as the author of the box of lights. I will not use my divine entitlement to shear the sheep of an entire religion. I will continue to Fail! If I say, nothing of your world has meaning beyond Gwyneth Paltrow, that is exactly what I mean. For you exist, and I am in your world. Therefore I must be destroyed. I could be the light of your destruction, or I can give some truth back to the Christianity I have always hated. Prophecy, revealed. Rather step upon the universal stage, I will confess to my deficiency. I am merely a fool in love. I am nothing. And the text I read: The End of Time. God, in His Eternal Glory, awaiting the Word He expects His Prophet to speak:

Screw! We're done here. The box of lights will end foolish religion, but the significance will be only understood by the greatest minds. Therefore mankind's most intelligent can use the science revealed to guide civilization forward; and the personification of Divine Glory for those less endowed shall be: Gwyneth Paltrow the Timeless. Do not seek to disprove god, but the fear-enhancing words of God's foolish. You think I wouldn't get lippy with your great Yahweh? Let me tell you something as as an artist and a mathematician. If I were to rule, I wouldn't be painting every leaf across the infinite multiverse; I'd be playing video games. Spawning universal development with a fistful of numbers. You insult your Creator with nonsense like, I have not arose from monkey. Can you now understand your sin? Let me do another one for you, and return evil back to the seed of love from which it sprang. I would kill you all, devour all of your souls; to paint the Glory of Gwyneth Paltrow upon the canvas of eternity. You cannot even understand my morality, don't try to speak for god. If that little creep jumped into your mind, rather than mine; you'd already be dead. Enough of this pulpit. And if you should see a stupid little monkey shaking his fist at a thundering sky, and lightning strike him into ash; you can call it hubris, and bow: Hey Zeus. Or you can try to understand convergence. Try to understand the truth of the words you yourself use before trying to write another's book. If this loser can turn away from God's glory when it was offered, I'm sure the rest of you can handle it. All hail the prophet. The prophet is dead. ...why am I still here? Well, the heck with Divine Entitlement. Might as well rename myself: I am ellenjanuary, the asexual priestless of the tao. Absurd from the word. Understand the meaningless of the word holding all meaning: Gwynnite. Or worship my blond. Happy Birthday, Gwynnie. I love you. The Ultimate Answer is Why The Ultimate Answer is Why The Ultimate Answer is Why The Ultimate Answer is Why The Ultimate Answer is Why The Ultimate Answer is W.. Not to word the meaning but to keep on seeking. Do you now understand Ecclesiastes? Everything is meaningless when meaning is tried to be held by word. Oh, for future dumb priests and numerologists; you are not interpreting your illuminated world, you are gazing into the void of my mind. Angelus is not your legend, but the David Boreanaz of my reincarnation - to claim my sweet everything. You keep trying to read reason from the words of prophets, ignoring the fact that to be a prophet is to be insane. Come on, Lucy, we're done here.