Worrying at your Worst


There is a name for people like you, worry wart, fear monger, negative entity. But none do them justice.

You have made despair a profession, and it seems you want everyone to be as upset as you.

We refuse.

This cancer of worry will eat only one mind, one heart - yours.

The dread you share will be among the friends foolish enough to indulge you.

Not us.

You are a black hole, but you will not take any light or hope from us.

We have none to spare.

For as obvious and sinister as the assministration seems, they are not all powerful.

They are demons, and servants of hell - far from gods.

You are upset with all that is done, but do not think they are not opposed.

Do not think they are not being fought.

And do not think their plans are inevitable.

Many things can happen between now and the black putrid future you paint.

The future will still be awful, but maybe we will be in a period of infantile recovery.

Instead of under the whip and yoke of Babylon.

I will not give up my hope. I am stronger than your despair.

If I can outlast the incessant chattering of monkeys demanding I too am one of them,

A common beast, with common heritage, nothing special or unique about me at all.

I defy them. I am detached, I am God forged, and I am far more than a monkey will ever be.

Those that chatter now are the monkeys.

They so firmly believe it, so that is what they are.

I am not connected to them. I will never be so.

I am my own. The self nation.

I refuse to compromise my diet, I know what I like, and I will die liking it.

No matter how many other cowards are changed.

I feel no shame. I will not betray any aspect of my personality.

I will not change to soothe the minds or pander to the hearts of anyone.

I AM meat eater. Hunting is more ancient than agriculture.

The vegnuts try to make up for lost time, but they can't heal the world.

All they do is lie to it, partake in a great farce for political image.

That is all it is, a show, for just like these spineless, there is no meat, no substance behind it.

It is vapid, hot stink, a waste undeserving of the name air.

Air is fresh, air is breathable. These fumes from shit are anything but.

And of course, the greatest sin, the tastelessness of it all.

I resist this, and other aspects of the world.

I honor my commitments, I guard my allies.

The demons are there, and that is not changing.

But to chant endless crap about their inevitable evil plans coming to fruition, the claim of victory.

To believe that filth streaming from your useless female tongue is the death of hope.

And in the end, hope is all we have.

So cram those turds back into your brain where they belong.

My hope is stronger than your despair.

Light never stops fighting darkness.

Amoeba is not Hitler. A person can only be the person they are.

And if things really are that hopeless, if freedom is in peril and your despair is justified...

It is all the more reason to fight harder. To speak louder. To offend more people.

To maybe wake some more of them up.

But you are a coward. Oh I can't say this cause now my libshit friend listens to what I post.

What utter weak hearted crap. If you will not be bold, speak not at all.

There is enough sheep among the cattle, enough pigs and cows.

With not a tooth, a horn, a hoof among them.

You should be ashamed, but all you are is so distracted you know not what you are.

What you have been reduced to.

The day may come when the promises of freedom and the rights we have all taken for granted are a memory.

But thanks be to my Lord, Savior, and Everything, that it is not this day, nor the day after.

Thank you for blessing us one day at a time.

It is all we weak, foolish, vain mortals could ever handle.

So many lie to themselves.

So many destroy themselves.

Enemies can fall in the snares they set for you.

You must trust in the Lord, master of yours and every fate.

Not a particle vibrates, not a hair stirs , not a drop of rain falls without His will.

The demons are fools to oppose him.

So I will never despair, never say they are winning.

They are destined, prophesied, to lose, and they can do nothing about it.

To God is the victory, forever.

The demon of worry, as strong and fierce as he is, has no hope himself in the light of that.

Worry should worry himself, strangle himself.

It is such a useless waste of time to worry.

Demon City has its share of demons, but also those who fight them.

There is hope, always.

You should not be so quick to throw yours away.

The only one who deserves hopelessness...

Is the demon of Worry himself.