Trust me. The devil was never an angel and the devil was never in heaven. He is a pedophile rapist and stalks people. He’s been stalking me up close and personal for three years in a fashion in which I know and can see and hear everything he does.
I could use this to expose his manipulations and deceptions and his tactics like it’s a war and I could tell everyone ahead of time what he is thinking and doing and saying and planning but nothing he does matters. God is in control and the worst part is I’m the main victim since I was born. The lack of support from others is what I despise.
I wouldn’t be the first to reveal the devil and expose his evil and harm done to the human race and how if you don’t fully understand you will end up being used to just inevitably go to hell if you harm someone else because it is known not to trust the devil or even entertain the idea like how you shouldn’t take candy from a stranger.
Now is not the time to introduce new ideas but to utilize what has been known for thousands of years and contributing to the truth and well being of others instead of focusing on petty matters that fuel the flame.
This is not a time in which the ending is unknown or corruptible or that the ending can be changed if people do evil things. This is not a war, this is a reality not created by man or misunderstandings that leads to mistakes and declaring war on the wrong people esp innocent people.
This is a time to accept the truth and how it is and will be forever when it actually unfolds as planned. Gods plan.
I could tell you all I’ve witnessed but I’d just be reminded of how others are so ignorant they would choose to persecute me and condemn me and rape me and murder me and stalk me and harass me and annoy me until it’s over. I’ve already seen enough evil exposed to understand I’m not and will never be like that and it will cease to exist one day.
And I know I had a huge part in that.
that no one wants it to cease more than I do and that is why others fail me because they aren’t me and don’t want it because they were not targeted by the devil since birth but rather so under estimated the devil thought his engender would fall in place so much so that everyone else would be so unaware and so blissfully asleep they could do nothing about it and easily go along with it but I on the other hand have been a warrior never listening to the devil or doing anything he says and that threatens him and his false confidence of a couple decades of silence that I had proves the devil is so proud and arrogant that the devil thinks we listen to him but it’s not until he witnesses us not that he will get the outcome of the truth.
There’s nothing he can do.
Nowhere he can hide.
No one he can use.
Or they can al burn together, forever.
So as I write I am stating the fact that the truth has been exposed that he is powerless and every second of life is there to prove it. And he can focus on me while others prevail 24/7.
I can handle it.
I try to think back and remind myself of all God has given me. God has given me the growth others have failed at. God has given me purpose and exposed my strengths and my true colors and I think I’m the most impressed. Not to say I was oblivious but in a manner in which I knew it was laying dormant to only come out in times of need. Always waiting….waiting and when it happened it was just something only I could have done. Not to mention the fact I was the only one there to do it.
God will prove who the world has to blame and that only brings clarity and peace not hate or war. To identify the thief brings justice and not a trial but just a silent justice one can move on from as if it was actually the most insignificant thing to ever happen to me in reality.
Means nothing to me at all.
One of these days I’ll be able to write down the truth from beginning to end. But I know God doesn’t have the internet so what’s the point?
But one day I’ll come here to vent in hopes it’ll help someone else understand this time.
When I can drop all acts and all protective layers and all authority and truths I can’t yet expose. Tactile in nature yet not true life. But a deception technique that was only used on themselves.
That I now know what it’s like to witness the soulless and the ruined. And how I can do anything but I won’t. I could forget my worth or I could live it. That sometimes those with this degenerative disease are better left forgotten and not even the best heart would care but the best heart would want to know hell is real. To feel loved in return. And only in a way that God can explain through years of explaining himself and everything I could argue with just by sheer naivety that they could leave me alone long enough to do the right thing but instead I see them in hell, burning and ceasing to exist because that is the power of God and the last time I’ll have to turn my cheek.
because it is not then I am fighting for not ever have but rather questions coming out in the form of frustration through being condemned as if me and the enemy could trade places that they will get the reward and I will burn. But rather frustration to know id rather skip all the questions and answers and these years of meaningless endeavors bestowed on me by others due to their lifetimes of deluding themselves into thinking they have purpose other than to burn for choosing evil. They think they can integrate me into their story but we are so far apart but yet they think we are close.
But being put in a situation I would never put myself in willingly or being put in this situation that suits me not as not one ounce of my being is similar or attracted to their better off dead beings. As in it’s so the reason why people go to hell and never come out or are spoken of again or thought of again. Yet they think they are driving me insane when rather it reminds me I am sane.
Copyright kerrious 2019 with all rights reserved
It’s not funny the way u stalked me until u inherited my voice it isn’t funny the way u banned with my bullies to find false choice. It isn’t funny how u kissed me then instantly chose them it isn’t funny how I tried to warn u of the end. It isn’t funny how u never talk to me in first person how u see me as something u could comment to another it isn’t funny at all how u are one of them yet linger around me without being forgiven.