-june 14, 14:20-
“This redemption guide is dedicated to my dearest vessel, and everybody who has ever helped me making this project come to life, thank you for everything, but this is infortunately going to be my last ever work of literature, as hard it might sound, wheteaver happens: do not let me be forgotten, and even if that fail, do not forget the true reason she is alive.”
The name of the guy who had supposedly quoted it was completely blacked out, the next page contained all the table of contents (with all the directories of the pages they were in also being redacted.) besides them, i peeked at what was an extrementely crude illustration of a decapitated angel with his private parts bleeding everywhere, over the place, as if it couldn’t have gotten worse, the most detailed part was the gory smegma, a blasphemous and yet, intriguing sight, my eyes couldn’t take themselves off it.
Things were clear, this “religious book” wasn’t the longest compared to the more known one, everything that it told my brain were the possibilities that this was some form of closed religion nobody else but the members were aware of, so many red flags just for a book with the opposite color, getting the hopes low though wasn’t the better idea compared to simply trying to investigate it, “The sky knew it” after all. so there was the true point in simply giving up the promise? these thoughts meant nothing.
-june 14, ???-
"Part 0: The Beginning of a fresh earth."
-Before we fully begin our journey to the start of the reader godhood, this is the first and last guide i will ever make, as most of my other works were always short poem, but this one, is going to be the longest project, if i end up padding most of the words with useless informations, forgive me, i really do, that’s why i want to attempt to get straight to the point, not always though.
We ask ourselves 2 questions in life: the first one, is there truly an entity that watches his creations delude themselves into thinking they live in a circus? and the second one, is the future truly infinite or just a short big event we will experience before getting wiped forever? to me the answer has always been more complex, but only the target audience for my works were interested in my so called response.
Everybody tell stories, conspiracies and philosophies about the end of the world, if none of those works didn’t exist, i probably wouldn’t be here putting my epidermis at work writing every single one of this so called “nonsense” as i am no different from the rest of the people who are 1 in a 300.
Raising a concern: if the universe dies, what shall our old boy think? if all his creations were gone, all his purest children are destined to eventually witness him in the better place, though i do wonder: what stops the strongest being on earth to give birth to a brand new world? it’s actually not as confusing you might believe it is: when the world dies, god dies, and no soul will ever be able to watch over us, we are going to be estranged, either starving, getting tormented, or sleeping for eternity, untill it’s too much, and that’s exactly what this guide is for, when the universe itself is on the brink of ruin, our father isn’t going to help us: what the world need, is a new god, a god that doesn’t stay silent when the worst, most disgusting acts are taking place in our land, a god that doesn’t rely on one of his creations to get the point across, A god that doesn’t stalk us, a second Jesus Christ.
I call the single person (who will give this son of mine a chance to become known just as the normal bible) “the chosen one”, they could be your own offspring, your dad, your grandpa, maybe this thing could even be multiple people, so many gods that rule over us, i, a man that had practised mormon since he was a child, used to be so, so eager to tell everybody my theories, i studied ideas other people had: absurdism, nihilism, quietism, to me, they held no meaning.
It was never about life having a meaning for me, because these answers are impossible to reach, the exact reason we need a second savior, if our existence truly hold no meaning, humanity itself is gonna have to pick it, like an election, different thoughts we’ll have to vote and choose the perfect one, but what is even the point? do we really need this if our newest god is aware of what’s truly the right and the wrong?
If he refuses to answer, you will use all these advices to retort it as fast as fast as possible, without dissapointing him.
No matter how small or big you country is, to begin our plan of a new life you’ll have to find 7 of the worst people in your area, each representing the worst parts of humanity, for now i’ll spare the singularity plus i need this to be understood, the word “recovering” carries nothing real: it’s an excuse used to sympathise with the subhumanus who will never be interested in serving for you to discover true heaven , a fact has been proven times and times again: people will not listen to you in the teeths of your pleads and eventually it will be the time to accept and show them the true values of life.
Now it’s going to be the time to get more in depth.
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…My purpose…nobody ever got to fully grasp what it was, not even the poor ol’ me, the memories throughout the years were always very scattered, it came to a point where i would often put aside words people said only some hours ago, when this world fell i became an entire different person, proofs that i had an actual life outside of my newest role had been rotting in the dirt for a while by now, nobody blamed me for it, and you wanna know the truth? that was all i could ask for, It’s been ages, alone for the entire time, and those pests never did anything to fully let me begin my work, the human vessel was unaware just like mine
The only path those cunts told me to attempt to fulfill my goal was “treating others the way you want to be treated” which convoyed me to the worst times of my life, renouncing to even get up from the bed, discerning their hands ready to fire at me.
…No idea how long i have been staring at the wall now, pictures of me all hanging over that specific part, a shrine of the future of this earth, so addicting to look at i didn’t notice the book was being left to necrose on the blanket.
“Are you here?” the everyday voice in front of the door…AN spoke to me, i didn’t look at it but i could tell what his look that always harrased me was like mixed with the less squeaky, and more calm voice “Aaria, i don’t know if you are still reading or not but…tomorrow your break is over, you need to come back to the church of Maria, if you want me to stay with you, then tell me freely.”
I don’t exactly remember the last day we went to work, all that has been left in my mind was when an extremist who wore all black clothes (what was her name anyway? Risako?) she had vandalised the walls on the outside, everything written was from hate speech to imaginary of sodomy, the people promised me that every morning, they would have arrived to clean the church, gifting me a genuine break for once.
“…You can come with me that day, Shithead.” as soon AN heard my response, his new kind of raw joy shined as shown by his flapping wings, he rushed toward me and pressed his small body against my chest, my eyes finally took this change to stop ignoring his strange appearance…it felt like nothing.
All that i was familiar with is that tomorrow is going be the start of a new world.
-june 15, 9:26-
Walk…Walk…Walk…
The lemon sun was brighter than i could have ever imagined, surrounding the bloody sky and almost making a unforgettable orange hue, as my back had been transporting the blue book and the sleeping creature with a polka dot bag for a while, every bit already had felt so different from those other working days with the same routine of expurgating the corpses humanity had failed.
This one was so much shorter from the other one as i unearthed the Church i was looking for, the energy raised up to 100 as soon as i saw it, but after that.
“STOP IT! ARE YOU SAINT AARIA CARO?!” A man in a light yellow detective suit and fedora abashedly chipped in, an expression full of pure irritation “Are you trying to involve me in your conspiracist nonsense again? what is even your name anyway?! Millard? if my parents named me that i would have just ended it” i said leaving him behind…almost, he grabbed me by the shoulder and spoke in a clearer tone.
“This is serious! some days ago: some short man reported that she saw you carrying a trash bag near the church with bloody hands, and this is far from the first time it happened!” with each line, the noises got more outrageous, no, i shouldn’t be laze about anywhere “How many damn times do i have to explain myself?! as of right now someone in this illegalist system could just get rid of you just like those disgusting pieces of garbages and it would be my job to clean up your body! if you want to interrogate me so bad then wait atleast some days! this is the birth of a new world!”
i instantly fleed “HEY! GET BACK HERE!” but it was too late, and he didn’t even care about stopping me this time.
The basilic had never been brighter than before usually the portal was always closed per contra it was laid bare making me feel the people singing and chanting from the inside calling for me even more, no, it was the new me.
With a singular step inward, my tapping on the ground had woken everyone up from the prayers, some that were bawling their eyes out looked at me like lost puppies, the others didn’t care, and one specific follower decides to tootle in vicinity of me, a tan woman in a light pink crop top with a yellow and magenta heart in it along with neon pants with leopard texture, her blonde hair had a big heart pin, days before my break i in an instant ordered her to get more modest clothes, now she looks so joyous to know she refused my offering.
“Welcome back Aaria we were all waiting for you! thank you a lot for putting your trust on me because..for a second i forgot you allowed me to borrow the church key, hope you don’t get mad at me-“ in a fit of doziness my forearms pushed her away “Grace, this is serious, i need to let every fools hear the truth!”
Just a few second and i was soon overhearing the whispering from the exact followers i was talking about, the tan woman looked the same compared to their vexed demeanor “..Ok! you are free to take all the time you want!” she threw out as i had gone in the altar.
Eyes fixated toward my determinated spirit, i took out the backpack where the little angel was trembling terribly, he was only slightly bigger than the book he was holding like a teddy bear “Give me that… why are you so terrified of going outside anyway?” my tongue whispered, he just handed me the manifesto, never answering this old question as always.
Everyone were silent as soon my soul was present there, no welcoming from anybody, everything wrong with their selfishness was shown in a single day but i hadn’t given up on my teaching, smirking, i raised the book up almost as if god himself asked me to look at it.
“Men and Women of this broken land, something has finally happened…our heavenly father has decided message me in my dreams by gifting me the full aknowledge on the reparation of the country and the earth itself!” in shock, some children on there looked at my hopeful eyes, the only time they ever respected me, the adults were even more dumbfounded
“I, Saint Aaria Caro, have professed the full control of this failed land by our now dead god! what he had said to me were words that haunted me with full on delirium incongruous to every man, woman and child sitting and deciding to watch our hopes burn to the ground! we are on ruin and the only one able to salvage us from the purgatory on earth is one, aware who the TRUE problem is and purge the main 7 sins off the face of the earth!” my hands slammed the manifesto right on the main table
“They could be anybody! you friends, your sisters and brothers, your parents, demons disguising as people! it could even be you unaware of your own madness” i glanced at Grace and as soon she noticed: disorientation struck her asking herself how could such an innocent woman be apart of such a sub human group…i couldn’t stop laughing.
“When the sun goes down, i will take his place, shining and guiding the mentally challenged on a new journey to true peace! you have ever recalled a day WITHOUT seeing a mutilated man? that is exactly what they want, make the world fall in despair and crucify the people they are afraid of, but now this is a new era! a millenium for the people by the people as the answer is always seeked for as shown its real form! THE BIRTH OF A NEW UNIVERSE!”
What i didn’t expect to come from my speech was their reaction, they didn’t say anything but i could feel their true sentiments from a mile away: happiness, shock and confusion “…to them i was an animal in a zoo, but now they will be the animals!”
No response, the same faces plastered like porcelain dolls, until someone in the audience clapped.
A blond boy in a gas mask that did look like a teen but his voice cheering for me was more deep than usual, like sheeps they all just joined him rooting for my plans, my leader persona wasn’t gonna leave so easily.
“Tomorrow, i will read out the guide to the people that will help me with the ultimate redemption plan!” i soon bowed to the crowd.
My speech was very rushed as i admit, but this quest wasn’t simply for the cattles that left and misunderstood me, it was a chance for my body to become a new one.
I am a prophet, i will soon be the prophecy.
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