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I never heard before... Something so amazing deserves to have an encore. An Encore of nonjudgmental conceptional, annihilating factual informational relating to the nonspiritual phantom of the skies i want to see more of this abomination show that is very fatal, funny how i still live through this disgusting show of no relations to life or death i feel very insane in my mind of mental. I rather stick a fork in my eye and say it is nigh, i rather shoot thyself in my head and yell out i want to go to bed. What is this you say have i gone out to thy bay? I think not i rather stab myself day through day without any consequential nonspiritual Phantom of the skies.

What type of lie is this? Telling children after children of this- phantom guy. Would you mind saying " I killed my wife and children i admit to the truth of this i have no saying their all just dying. " That would make thy day- i would love to die than to hear this lie. You complain to me i have never heard a tale before well be sure i made a tale much more far real its called Hail and i sure you never heard of it you stupid ungrateful wretched whale. Look how fat you are you probably eat yourself into a coma then reawaken and eat much much more like a car. What is this you say have i gone out to thy bay? I think not i rather stab myself day through day without any consequential nonspiritual Phantom of the skies.

Insanity breaks through my bones and soul like i had just dropped a glass bowl. I rather paint myself in red and stand in the middle of a giant hairy bull of dread. I rather get shot through my brain and allow thy ants to feed and grow and gain. I rather have died of a disease, HIV, STDS, Stroke, Choke, Either bone or organ broke, Cancer, shot down by an insane dancer, I rather not hear about this- Phantom Guy, how i will dread i will just fall and die. What is this you say have i gone out to thy bay? I think not i rather stab myself day through day without any consequential nonspiritual Phantom of the skies.

Now- I see the faith of the world depends upon myself. Before i allow myself to be obscured by this phantom, i bow, slowly to thy king of myself to my brain and allow me to gain the power to obliterate the plain of this wretched lying pain. I want to see the people cry out to their masters of liars and see them suffer between my golden riffle that causes fires. What is this you say have i gone out to thy bay? I think not i rather stab myself day through day without any consequential nonspiritual Phantom of the skies. Now that i have taken liberty to defeat these disgusting lies, i returned the world back to its original form. but sadly i am still ridiculed by the nonjudgmental conceptional consequential nonspiritual Phantom of the skies.