Post by Joey on Jul 11, 2019 14:27:31 GMT -5
We the unworthy.
It is a sunny Thursday afternoon. I am at Wendy’s. I ordered a small chili with cheese and onions and a half salad. The food here is not very good. Which is kind of the point for me. No one eats here, and its a place I can get what I need and not worry about anyone actually knowing who I am. I like that.
I sit at a table by the northwest corner. All by myself. I eat without much luster. My soda sweating and its unusually quiet today. Yes I come here quite often. I stare out the window and can even notice the streaks on the glass from the window cleaner they used. I can hear the worker in the back putting the powdered milk in the ice cream machine. I can hear the ice tea machine starting to brew. I can almost hear every single thing in here. And its getting to be too much. Suddenly a couple of teenagers walk in, laughing, playing music on their cell phones and it breaks that unbearable silence. I am glad, at least for the time being.
My mind keeps wandering back to last week. How I decided to come back. It could have been done differently but not really. I am tired of waiting for a SFT to find its hero. That hero I fear does not exist. Too many people worried about nonsense. Whose on what social media platform. What is showing at the local theater. Whose worried about whose saying what on Facebook. Its all just such a waste of time. Then again the world has become a waste of time from our own president down to the janitor at the school. The world has become one big nothing.
And through it all I have become increasingly more depressed by how unworthy everyone is. I started my campaign with Rumpke but I failed miserably. What I believe, what I think, what I say, its too advanced for Rumpke.
Yes Rumpke is unworthy. So is Robert Saints, so is Reaper and Jack Jones and everyone. Most of all I am the unworthiest of them all. And yet no matter what I say, what I do, some will just never comprehend. And I tire of having to explain myself to people who will just never really understand me or my words.
So lets concentrate on the task at hand. Robert Saints. Are you worthy? No, you are not. It is not your fault though. You are who you are. The world has gifted you talents that get wasted everyday. You know this. I know this. You are seeking a true challenge. One that can truly push you. But God has failed you, he has failed us both.
You are on a path that was not designed for one such as you. God grouped you in with sheep and thought you could lead them down the righteous path. He was wrong. What the sheep need is a wolf. A wolf to scare them in the right direction. A wolf to guide them to the right paths. And no Robert you are not that wolf. At least not yet. The wolf is I. Always have been.
I hold God in my heart, hold him dearly with both love and hate equal. But just because I know he is real does not detract from the fact that he is not a good and loving god. God is a vicious Dog and he does not play well with others.
I have been gone a long time. I could of stayed away longer had I wished it. But Redd needed time off, and I thought it was time I preached the word of god one more time. So many unworthy people in SFT and in the world, so little time.
Last night I dreamt I had moved on, and been reincarnated as a fox. This dreamed lasted quite a long time, I went from pup to hunting and my dream spanned years yet I was only asleep a short time. I don't remember how it ended, like all dreams they disappear almost entirely when you wake up. Settling in like dust from yesteryear.
I have to admit I have not been feeling like myself lately. I am starting to feel so tired. I think I might have some health issues, such is the way of the old folks. And I am old now 43 to be exact. Time is passing me by and like any old car, issues start to arise more and more. I start to worry that time will run out on me an I wont have gotten to finish my crusade.
So many unworthy people left, so much hate to give, and my clock is starting to tell me that I more than halfway through my cycle. I am scared. Such are the things that one unworthy as myself might feel. And feel it I still do.
What am I supposed to do? I guess I need to hurry up and finish the work at hand. Robert you and I have a date. I will judge you, I will weigh you, and I will pass sentence. For your sake I hope its a fair judgment. I will try my best.
...Fade to Darkness…...
It is a sunny Thursday afternoon. I am at Wendy’s. I ordered a small chili with cheese and onions and a half salad. The food here is not very good. Which is kind of the point for me. No one eats here, and its a place I can get what I need and not worry about anyone actually knowing who I am. I like that.
I sit at a table by the northwest corner. All by myself. I eat without much luster. My soda sweating and its unusually quiet today. Yes I come here quite often. I stare out the window and can even notice the streaks on the glass from the window cleaner they used. I can hear the worker in the back putting the powdered milk in the ice cream machine. I can hear the ice tea machine starting to brew. I can almost hear every single thing in here. And its getting to be too much. Suddenly a couple of teenagers walk in, laughing, playing music on their cell phones and it breaks that unbearable silence. I am glad, at least for the time being.
My mind keeps wandering back to last week. How I decided to come back. It could have been done differently but not really. I am tired of waiting for a SFT to find its hero. That hero I fear does not exist. Too many people worried about nonsense. Whose on what social media platform. What is showing at the local theater. Whose worried about whose saying what on Facebook. Its all just such a waste of time. Then again the world has become a waste of time from our own president down to the janitor at the school. The world has become one big nothing.
And through it all I have become increasingly more depressed by how unworthy everyone is. I started my campaign with Rumpke but I failed miserably. What I believe, what I think, what I say, its too advanced for Rumpke.
Yes Rumpke is unworthy. So is Robert Saints, so is Reaper and Jack Jones and everyone. Most of all I am the unworthiest of them all. And yet no matter what I say, what I do, some will just never comprehend. And I tire of having to explain myself to people who will just never really understand me or my words.
So lets concentrate on the task at hand. Robert Saints. Are you worthy? No, you are not. It is not your fault though. You are who you are. The world has gifted you talents that get wasted everyday. You know this. I know this. You are seeking a true challenge. One that can truly push you. But God has failed you, he has failed us both.
You are on a path that was not designed for one such as you. God grouped you in with sheep and thought you could lead them down the righteous path. He was wrong. What the sheep need is a wolf. A wolf to scare them in the right direction. A wolf to guide them to the right paths. And no Robert you are not that wolf. At least not yet. The wolf is I. Always have been.
I hold God in my heart, hold him dearly with both love and hate equal. But just because I know he is real does not detract from the fact that he is not a good and loving god. God is a vicious Dog and he does not play well with others.
I have been gone a long time. I could of stayed away longer had I wished it. But Redd needed time off, and I thought it was time I preached the word of god one more time. So many unworthy people in SFT and in the world, so little time.
Last night I dreamt I had moved on, and been reincarnated as a fox. This dreamed lasted quite a long time, I went from pup to hunting and my dream spanned years yet I was only asleep a short time. I don't remember how it ended, like all dreams they disappear almost entirely when you wake up. Settling in like dust from yesteryear.
I have to admit I have not been feeling like myself lately. I am starting to feel so tired. I think I might have some health issues, such is the way of the old folks. And I am old now 43 to be exact. Time is passing me by and like any old car, issues start to arise more and more. I start to worry that time will run out on me an I wont have gotten to finish my crusade.
So many unworthy people left, so much hate to give, and my clock is starting to tell me that I more than halfway through my cycle. I am scared. Such are the things that one unworthy as myself might feel. And feel it I still do.
What am I supposed to do? I guess I need to hurry up and finish the work at hand. Robert you and I have a date. I will judge you, I will weigh you, and I will pass sentence. For your sake I hope its a fair judgment. I will try my best.
...Fade to Darkness…...
