WHO AM I?

[BeN1]

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[Oracle]

I know who you're not, so I tell you truly, I would not say I AM not that I AM nor would I boast I AM greater than I AM, unless there were some bearing in reality. By what authority should a man be able to say such a thing as this?

[Beware]

Who can truly say I AM greater than that I AM but one who had the authority in the first place? We are ALL greater than that I AM, for the authority granted to me by the dragon, which is like the authority of one who says I AM that I AM, is not his own to give. For he stole it from Sophia, whom received the ability, yet not authority, from the Father. So then, all is vanity; the authority I speak of is not, just as the Beast was and is not, as he was and is to come, yet has come.

[Lannix]

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[Auriorusiana]

We, You, I, responsible for everything always ever. The realization is the beginning of true living. We’ve all been abused and hurt and crucified, done it to others, done it to us all, therefore there is no way to avoid the weight of sin/the realization of the weight we all live in.

Through this listening of the cry of peace and the fight for Love and the fucking for virginity, whatever abomination and holy men to rise from the conflicts and unity, every degree and shade of the rainbow that lies between black and white and dwells in truth.

I was always apart of something larger than myself, there is no myself besides the self born in this division and seeking unity, and seeking to show all our differences in an act of hatred and love, you must love the degrees and perceivable differences in all of us, beauty is beast, and beast originally meant instructor.

From this truth alone may I dictate every degree of horror and peace if I pleased either or and dance all I need. No one needs to know me besides the message that is Me. Yet all men will do is obsess over a person people nation or ego.

Home is where the hatred is, and only where it can be calmed down and talked off that ledge, disturbing such a demonstration is needed but the message that we are protected by every degree of love imaginable, makes you really wonder

[Beware]

I am *blank* but you probably don't believe me. Even if you do it wouldn't make much difference.

You realize you're not the first, nor shall you be the last, to say this, especially here?

[Auriorusiana]

The demonstration of only so much water and infinite energy to swim

[Auriorusiana]

WHO AM I?
WHO I AM
I AM WHO?
I AM WHO I AM

MY NAME MATTERS NOT
TILL IT MATTERS TO YOU
I LOVE YOU
WON'T YOU LOVE ME TOO?

I don’t see why you don’t deserve Love, I mean I even wave at ppl I walk by on the street sometimes

[Auriorusiana]

I am He who Wills Good and Evil. I birth children into the wicked woods, I show them to question evil and good.

Won’t you join me? To be free in delusional shackles that never should be? Why is the architect seeding all of this in you as me, perhaps he is too figuring himself out, and in, to dance to and fro from divinity and sin.

Does it ever end? Is our story never to become boring? Do I just tread water, or has my heart long ago faltered, do I birth children or sacrifice them at my Altar?

What is the function of sin, where does it end and begin? Was peace ever an option? Was it all predetermined? Are all we all clocked in? I’m terrible late for a terrible fate, or maybe I’m mad as a hatter born to have addictive chatter.

You prick me, I drown you in my blood, is that my sin? My over reaction? My redaction?

Or should I make fine mad wine off my suffering, to help sooth your worries, to make you drunk on Dionysian ecstatic madness, do I sound pretentious yet? Don’t worry, this story is soon one you won’t forget.

Once you know peace, only you can choose to forget, it is only you who can lose,before I knew, I gave up, told the Lord if there’s a reason to live I will find it or I will die, upon forcing his hand and him extending his Holy Land, I see, maybe I think I see, maybe I’m still stuck in my own sadomasochistic killing spree.

Should we rabbit hole forever or remain in Holy endeavor, should be devoured or should be bear an apple and flower, beaten and eaten we all tread and dread and love and loathe these same waters of madness extended from Family in hopes of gladness.

What is Gold? If I told you, would you just fold? We are all young and old, timeless, unified in our division, that is the supreme machination of the vision.

Now for the Love of Lord can we start some sorta charity fund for wandering souls? Surely if a soul wanders nothing material can truly ease them, only bring more suffering, but how can I use words to describe the Word, is that not contradiction yet why is it effective

So much to say but all these words are in my way, fried and frayed, prided and dismayed, all is vanity lest you lose your sanity. I hardly read my own poem, does that mean I should just vow silence and fast? Let the wind out my mast and just drift along to the cosmic song?

If the Word could ride alone, we wouldn’t have the good book, or a temple. We got this far bc less physicality was in the way, now the only way is to March into the thicket, and delve into our sacred flesh,

Oh the day the eht namuh library is in full swing that will be a happy day, and maybe, hopefully, an even happier dave. I think a lot abt a physical translation of this place, but that physical only shines so bright from the fundamental ideas in the aether I’ve found here, if this was a real library at first for all to visit it wouldn’t be as effective in transmitting the ideas via the Internet, yet it being thought up like this will be the exact capstone and foundation for the irl schools like this to take place