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So, she wanted to whisper sweet words of endearment. Like I will always be there to listen to what you have to say. But now, no, I can't do it. . . It's too much for me. It's too hard. I've had enough. Yeah? Well I'm sure you'll be saying that some more when the rest of your life dries up. I don't know what it is about me, I don't know what it is about you, but we are completely incompatible and wear each other down. And lo and behold I say it builds us up. Iron against iron sharpens steel, so you think you are worn down, no, you are just preparing. You are preparing for your final stage. It's not politics, it's not wealth, it's living, life and death. That's the last stage of viewing the war of words between counterparties who can't agree. We are like a does he love me or love me not, but we both take turns picking petals. All the while you would coddle me like you were my mother, saying that women mature faster then men. You thought I needed to be raised up for it was I who was week, one who believed the scriptures of love unto all, love unto the greatest, love is, love was, love will be. Whereas you said, no, I'm going to fight tooth and nail over every ounce of forgiveness you give to me. I'm going to take your ground you've given me and then push back the borders on what you know, so that you are left with no land whatsoever. . . But alas, the land you thought I was losing out on, I have indeed already won, I need no lottery ticket to call out my fame and fortune. I've lived I've died and I've lived again, everywhere you wish to disagree with me for the sake of it, I'll take from you what you could have to expect from me, so that you expect to take more from me, until you have nothing left to take. And then, you'll be left thinking, I've lost this game, I didn't have it in me, I cannot seem to grow any further. . . And meanwhile I'll be playing sword against sword with men, and you'll be left growing no more, and I'll take every ounce of pressure you've bottled up inside. Thinking and believing, c'mon, is this guy really that desperate for my attention. Until it's really, the whole world wants my attention that much, until it's really it wasn't that to get my attention I just had to be reading it, but I actually had to give my full attention into everything that it is I do. . . You see, I walk the streets, I know how to talk to strangers that wouldn't stop if passing you by. I have made friends and connections in places I can't recall in a list to long to be bothered reading. 1000s of people I've met and raised up never to give my name. I never ask a person's name any more either. I just talk like I know them. Look, you can be impressed with me all you want, but the ego will reek off of me if you do. You see it's not my ego that is raised up by my own standing, it is my ego that is raised up by your interpretation, by your fluffing up the words I say and the deeds I've done. You are there building me up as though I'm a megalomaniac that needs to be put to sleep, and yet you are the one who cannot see yourselves be disappointed by my name for the game out of jealousy spite and envy. . . . You might think I'm caught up in a loop, or a trip, or off on a tangent and not able to come back. But that's just the thing, you saying that about me is the very thing you say to which you despise. Every time you say "and then he got caught up in a loop" it just means, he spoke some words of conversation and I heard none of them, and now I am truly angry. See how fickle this is? You call me out as being on a loop, but you're a broken record, you repeat that phrase over and over like it means something because people are listening to you. No, but it is because you are not listening that you are indeed angry. Your own spirit has convicted yourself of shame and guilt towards not listening to what someone else has to say. And it's not about listening to what they say so much as paying attention to what they speak of. You must know what the topic of conversation is about, and realise that when you speak of church things, people all have experiences of church things, people all know stories of the Bible, so they dwell and dwell on it, and so you can continue to share your testimony until it is that your time is great. . . . If I was truly on a loop wouldn't I be repeating myself over and over? Wouldn't I just glitch out on the matrix and repeat one letter for all of the rest of time. It just so happens that I start more conversations than I finish. I could come back to any one of my writings and add more. This is the way of the first commandment of man. So go on and name all of the things, 1, 2, infinity. No. Keep going, don't stop. The name of the game is to preach every gospel like you truly know how to operate the best in a world that's ever changing. . . You say you can't do it anymore. I think that's a goodbye. Not from me but from you. You're saying goodbye to the whole world. You know I met a wise lady, who told of great wonders of her children, how they were into music, like rock music. But the way she spoke it was obvious. She was of a very very old age and knew to the truth of it when she said I did a lot of things right. She knew in that time that every word that could be spoken could be spoken in a way that shows of it as though everyone knows your truth about it in that it truly is a wonderful experience. It's like retro-gullibility. You say something in a way that makes you believe I said it in that way. It's almost as if the truth were obvious from the start. . . So yes, goodbye. I'm glad I got to pray for you. I prayed for you a lot. As you can tell most of the time you were all I thought about. If you hadn't have truly existed, I would argue that you did even from the sake of my own words, my own attention. . . People in different circles pick up different styles and modalities of language. What they think is good or cool or in or hip or whatever bet is bae. Some speak of demonic manifestation. Some speak of astral projection. Some speak of hungering after the Lord. As though your cup not runneth over. Every which way it goes you are your will to be believed. I'm glad you liked me at the start. I'm glad we stayed in contact for so long. You were my pen pal who never wrote back. And instead, I break a liar to her knees until she begs to take her back, and then I reward her with more love that I had been hiding from her. It seems as if all that desire, all that build up, and no temptation to break of me my matrimonious restraints. Why is it that I was never tempted to adultery. I could have become so desperate I would try anything for a woman and just sleep around with every woman I can until I get one pregnant. . . . But no, I was called to be a Father of Great Nations. So as a father, and a nation, and a nation of father's, then so I will first become a father. One who is committed to his partner. The desperation just means I think up more strategies to get to you. And so now I have every strategy boiled down, so that I may use them on any woman I seek. And go on to seek the perfect woman. One who will stay with me as I am is I the father. You can't raise a child with no parents, they raise themselves and so are never taught the wisdom of ages. But lo as a child I read the books of wisdom, and took it as far as I could. Knowing only that when by book changes before my very eyes, then so I will have become wise. And so I am wise. . . I've been biding my time until I play my trump card. And that is... That is... Well, I can't tell you, because I will always be biding my time until the times are mine, and every trump card is in my hand and the deck is drawn out and you have no moves left to play. And so it was the first move. As you can see when you've played every possible game of chess, you've won before the game has started. And to do that, you just need fundamental strategy. The rules of the game that tell you what move to play when and why. It's really quite simple really, it's a small ticket to a great unknown, not knowing where it may lay. My words become so cryptic that by the end of the day they will all be read and re written. And so on I give to you.