Moments Before Armageddon

Look at him with his self contained, smug smile. He really believes this new Infinity Pill is the

salvation to humanity. He really believes he’s victorious. This wasn’t in the plans of our Society.

He has lied to us all but everyone embraces him as if he’s a great leader when he’s a damn

tyrant. He speaks of the King of Heaven as a tyrant when in my eyes the two are mirror images

of one another.

“Hmf!”

This secret Society took us over million years to build; now he’s risking it all for praise and

glory. This isn’t the purpose for our existence. We only exist to extend Humanity’s life force and

snatch Human Beings from the Concept Men’s control. This is only way to give Humanity total

mental liberation is to show them the truth, but immortality is beyond our control. This is asking

for war with Humanity and Heaven. We might win a war with one but against both Beings we

will fall at their boots.

“Tk!”

Look at him, calmly watching me from the corners of his eyes. He looks at me as if I am another

minion but I am a partner builder in this kingdom. I built this Society with my bare hands just

like him. We have been working and plotting on revenge since our exile from Heaven during the

Ice Ages before the extinction of Dinosaurs. We roamed this Earth together looking for

intelligent life forms or exiled Divine Beings. We used to talk about our ideas on reshaping what

the King of Heaven has built into our own utopia. I guess this was his utopia all along and I just

was a foolish pawn in his game. This isn’t a utopia I care to live in. A tyrant controlling a utopia

no longer makes it a utopia, right?

“Hmmmmmm?”

I am standing here next to the golden throne of this self proclaimed God of Realm Earth. He

watches on as these mindless Human Beings frolic in his newly built garden on the holy ground

of Golgotha. His arrogance is like a high school boy who is the captain of his football team.

Urinating on the field of his nemesis’ doesn’t make you a conquer; it only makes you frail for

defeat. Look at him sitting on his newly built gold throne looking down at these pitiful Human

Beings swallowing his Infinity Pill. I’ve noticed with each swallow from these Human Beings it

becomes harder for him to contain this smug smile. He’s not king, he just another wrathful

Divine Being that was exiled from Heaven. At times I believe in my heart that he wants the King

of Heaven’s attention just for his wrath or approval. At times I think Joe feels as though he was

abandoned by him instead of exiled. Whatever he is thinking, he’s drawing too much attention to

our cause.

“HA!”

Who am I fooling?! Our cause has been long abandoned. He has been manipulating us for

decades, probably centuries. I should have known something wasn’t right with him after he

crippled Hitler for the spear of Destiny. For a man that hates the King of Heaven so much he

looks to be just like him. Now this makes me wonder a one thing, what does this make me? I

continued to follow a fraudulent movement that’s only moving toward war. Resurrection Men

purpose wasn’t war, which will only equate death. We only give life but he has lost his way but

everyone else is afraid to speak up. Something needs to change right now because controlling

Humanity will only end with bloodshed and destruction.

“Grrrr!”

He analyzes me with hatred and rage behind his fake friendly stares. I glance down at my

pretentious king with stares of distrust and resentment. I know his nature isn’t to give life. His

nature is to destroy and conquer. Would he go through me to achieve his ultimate goal? I can feel

the magnetic tension between him and me, pulling us closer to killing one another. At this

moment our friendship is nothing but an afterthought of yesteryear. Our roads have forked from

one another but are destine to clash head on for only one of us to survive the experience.

“Tt!”

Look at him sitting on his golden throne watching down at his mindless followers ingesting that

damned divine drug. He finally notices me intensely staring at him with my piercing expression

of resentment. He gazes into my eyes and I gaze back into his welcoming crystal blue eyes. He

says to me,

“Is there anything on your mind, my dear Brother Joe?”

I say to him, “No. Nothing at all, Joe.”

He says to me, “Excuse me?”

I slightly frowned with hesitation as I say to him, “Apologizes, sir. I do not have anything

important on my mind to share, sir.”

Joe calmly says as he turns back to watching Human Beings frolic in his garden from his golden

throne in his throne room,

“Good.”

May 5th, 2014 – 12:02 PM

Not as Cain, [who] was of that wicked one, and slew his brother. And wherefore slew he

him? Because his own works were evil, and his brother's righteous. —1 John 3:12

The Beginning of Act Two: King Why?