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Revelation 1
You know how this works. Angels of the Lord God visit me. Sometimes in my sleep. Sometimes while I spend my days meditating in this cave, burning incense and inhaling vapors. Sometimes late at night after drinking and dancing with my boyfriends. Sometimes when I am sick with fever, blood dripping from my exhausted anus. ----- This was back in the days when the Romans were still relatively kind to us Christians, sending us into exile instead of throwing us to the lions. So, there I was, exiled to some tiny Greek island, waiting for the end of the world that Jesus had warned us, promised us, was coming soon. And I am. Coming. Soon. Behold, he is coming! He is coming for me, and for you, and especially for those who nailed him to the Cross. Nobody will escape him! I am the Alpha and the Omega. I have already come. I am standing next to you, always. I will be here long after you are gone. I am Time. Holy, Fuck! This is no angel ... this time Jesus himself spoke to me: Write this down! You will send copies to my 7 churches. Do not be afraid. I am the first and the last, the one who lives. Once I was dead, but now I am alive forever and ever. I hold the keys to death and the netherworld. Write down, therefore, what you have seen, and what is happening, and what will happen afterwards. Yes, Sir!
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