Thoughts of…sexual congress… leak into mind, having partially eroded the bulwarks. The flame of Divinity quavers and hisses. Prayers for solidarity of mind go unanswered.
Been getting to this point for years, now it is undeniable.
Human Frustration crashes against Divine Will. The two fragment and temporarily, they are forged into a bastard alloy by the random heat of lust. How to make a wise decision in such a state?
Death is easy; becoming Divine and Permanent is hard. Is Easy necessarily Evil?
Can a lying throat covered by a clerical collar still speak of Perfect Truth?
Public waits. Human nerves, human flesh, God's word. Is there a point in trying to commune with the Lord? Human touch is more immediate, more immediately satisfying.
Liar, speak with conviction. Liar, what else is there to do? Liar, this has been a long time coming. Only those who confess will have their shame made public. Redemption only comes when shame is admitted.
If an arm sins, it must be cut off.
Public hangs on his every word. A liar speaks every one of His words, sinful arms intact, rendering the words irrelevant.
Four of the assembled achieve a transcendent religious experience, temporal lobes seizing in beautiful ecstasy. Is it still authentic?
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And if God is what they made
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Don't get high on what you create