I can’t wait. One day far or near into the future, my words will be re-spoken, awakening a memory of significance in motion, salvation through a Creator of my choice, and followers will find meaning through my ludicrous insistence, instances of miracles and revelations which awaken old passions and which dull the inner cries, independent thought simply set aside. All that I own shall one day own salvation — the best aphrodisiac being proximity, and the greatest friend to created faith is the proximity of time, distances greater than lifetimes of dreams, dull moments of mundane celebration, a dry hum filled with echoed chants, breathless incantations panted from heaving lungs, bound to the ground, all of those knees knelt in the face of dubious eternity, a reality I have only yet to devise. Fate casts an invitation to defy established lies with independent fiction.
I can’t wait for the days to be revered as a prophet, a shadow of a savior who led the way for the ones seeking refuge from the bleak, savoring the opportunity to exchange bewilderment for certainty, hardship for providence, protection from human nature, natural change, estrangement from rationality, a forfeiture to Fate. I can’t wait for those words of admiration. How loyally they’ll bend their brittle wills, formed from malleable shells of fervent understanding. Setting a revolution in motion from a distance, in the name of faceless Certainty, a deity of my design, who shall be praised loudly and with the softness of clasped and swollen hands, and the hardness of a saber.
Amen I say to you. I can’t wait.
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