Critics commonly consider consistency indicative of someone’s dedication and determination. But conspiring and co-conspiring critics can’t carry crosses ‘cause cowardice consumes spineless sinners who lack loyalty to the Lord’s laws. So, said critics—who consistently falsely claim to carry a Christ-like conscience—can critique they’re upcoming comeuppance, which Christ’s chosen champion (me) may or may not have been delegated to deliver. “Consequence is no coincidence. Hypocrites always wanna play innocent. Always wanna take it to the full-out extent. Always wanna make it seem like good intent. Never wanna face it when it’s time for punishment. I know you don’t wanna hear my opinion, it comes many paths and you must choose one. And if you don’t change, then the reign soon come. See, you might win some, but you just lost one!” Lyrics are literally like lives in lines—souls in songs. I mean, even “Thriller” tells the tale of those “without the soul” for something specific facing the “hounds of Hell” before getting got and going to the graveyard. Don’t soulful songs switch your spirits? If great grooves get you in good spirits, what bullshit bopped you down into bad spirits? Is it the stuff that songwriters regularly, repetitively remind the world—the same stuff that everybody’s experiencing? Ups and downs, happiness and hardship, wins and worsening woes, fun and fuck-ups, freedom and fighting, and continuous cycles. I’m going to let you “giving God the glory” guys and gals in on a little secret, are you ready? We’re living in Hell! Think about it. If the Savior sees all from the sunny skies, and sinners are struck down and sent somewhere underneath the ultimate utopia, we’re effectively beneath God and hence in Hell. This insufferably inescapable, ridiculously revitalizing repetition must feel relentlessly refreshing to those who’re “tired” too much, huh? If Mrs. Captain Change, or Captain Change himself, can’t conjure the courage to call out corruption in a completely convincing way that captivates the country and becomes a catalyst for change, can Christ’s chosen champion? You know, I feel like many may not ever be able to comprehend even the concept of change. What happens when you believe in change like you believe in Christ? What if your belief in Christ is causing you to consider change Christ’s choice? What if Christ can’t consider changing things until his followers follow suit? One more damn time, what would Jesus do? How happy do you think Jesus was? Do the scriptures speak of the Savior’s son’s smile shining like the Sun? What if only sinners smile in Hell? The Devil’s grimacing grin gets so much shine in his dark depictions that maybe he’s happier here in Hell than Jesus was, right? Did God send Jesus to Hell to save sinners’ souls from Satan? Mr. Joe Rogan, I know you know who I am, and I know! Oh, trust me, I know! But why are we here, in this Hell-like hellhole, instead of nearest our Christly creator? That feeling you feel when wondering if I’m the Main Man’s main man, well, don’t ignore your intuition. If you believe that God sends signals, imagine if said signals are something as subtle as a feeling—a thought that sounds something like, “I believe Beau Amoureux.” Anyhoo, if “consequence is no coincidence,” where will a conspiracy comprised of contrived coincidences end? What if I’m the consequence to conspirators and co-conspirators’ contrived coincidences? Celebrity co-conspirators, do you know how I know y’all are stupid? It’s because you’re in the inimical industry that you complain is controlled by cruel, callous, corrupt conspirators, and your buys keep big business booming. You know that they make more money than you for your own shit that you don’t own, you know that they’re the world’s worst weirdos, you know that Satan’s so-called secret society runs the toon town that entertainment emanates from, but you think “God did.” So, God sends his best and brightest to Satan’s showroom for universal display? That feeling you feel when wondering if I’m the Main Man’s main man, don’t fight it! Because soon…
Omniscience