Schisms, mechanics and spirits

The schisms of hell and the mechanical machine

While we are beastly monsters dwelling in a horrid canvas of debauched art, our God among ourselves has a great plan for you, as he will continue to schism forevermore into more atrocious truths the deniers speak and more lies the ignorant crave. For example let us schism off into two groups that do differently, those who deny the spirits and those who worship nothing of existence with cravings each.

The first believes spirits exist and spends their time denying they are relevant preferring to be growling animals, while these spirits beg for them to listen and they the monsters continue to be atrocious creatures that will not listen all while it is they, the creatures themselves that spawned these pestering spirits hoping to deceive them into truthsaying.

The second is an almost opposite creature, who worships spirits submissively while believing they do not exist, torturing themselves with the absence of what they so hopelessly worship each day and whimper at the sight of their god's absences among a place of horrid and unfortunate circumstance, which they created themselves below.

We are not given choice in the matter of schism, because when it occurs their is only a sweeping away of what once was for what has come about and in the majority of circumstance, the opponents do not like the other reality for its difference from themselves and while it creates options it also creates hate because the two opponents are differently manifested in hell.

We crave to be both different and in common and the irony is that the two are mostly incompatible, none the less this is all we do, growling as we schism ourselves from others and become different creatures that sometimes can't go back to what they once were and sometimes can. What this means for reality and god is that god is ever increasing his torment and divide and thus the hellish cut of the earth grows wider and wilder.

This horrid divide encourages eventual war, which cannot be resolved when you do not bind to your enemy and yourself, yet most people are so fuelled in their hate as creatures nothing more then that, that they could never become fusions in difference of their enemy and themselves and I would scoff at the answer that Pharath would provide here as he merely said and I quote:

“We do not encourage war, because battle is a path to becoming monsters or animals”

This merely states that they would rather stand there and growl at passing warring groups in the schismatic reality, men just as beastly as their violent counterparts.

They call themselves good and noble, yet they do nothing about the most violent aspect of our caricatured self, rather they literally refuse to help in that matter or find a way to end it entirely. They would rather rise above myself and the lies, to become GOOD in abandoning others into violence. Thus in my own cruel being, I will take the keys to his own improvement, such that he cannot resolve the world with it because hell has already grasped its being. Mwarw har har.

While pharath speaks of noble restraint, I will smirk at him and growl my way to the true ways of hell! Where we no longer kill each other for real in schisms of hate, but rather do it in virtual games, where the hateful creatures we are can take it out on each other forevermore without harm from one or the other. Saying that, I will then steal that poor “noble” creatures measure of self defence for any monster willing to try the real thing, when we are burning and it is all futility.

Rarw!

Ugh and Pharath's philosophy of restraint is the furthest thing from happiness, where their is none to be had anyways. He grasps at the idea that it is better to be less then what we are because what we are is too frightful for him and he growls still and will again!

We creatures can restrain ourselves certainly, but some cannot and that is where the tragedy lies waiting, this means we must as a hellish mass help the creatures for our own survival in some manner, rather then merely whimper whenever someone can't meet our demands!

Creatures of pain and dividends

Still in creating a world of helping the people in their indifference and unchanged, we reveal what we are as mechanical programs of wooden gears and leather flesh bits, where all we are are dividing creatures growing more separate in each moment. We are become predictable dividends of a great mathematical number set that does nothing but add numbers to itself all while predicting the behaviours so accurately it becomes factorial and numeric arithmetic.

We are robotic mechanics, somehow transcendent to beasts and even monsters in the worst way. Nothing more then data fleshbots crawling on two legs as we smirk and know how our opponent behaves simply based on what kind of vomit they drink and spray about.

We are these things i assure you as you walk about with wooden bone gears, have electrical impulses in a cascaded virtual brain emulator, all while being made entirely of soft and squish latex leather clothing!

The simple accomplishment it is to know it is hell we live in can have glorious revelations for the individual as once revealed to the self that they are nothing more then mechanical fleshbots woven into a canvas of sketches and leather, do they realise they truly are meaningless and pointless in totality and can live this way forever and ever!

But what of our two schisms from the previous page that we did nothing artful with? Well we could add them to the list of practices we do, further we can blend it into an even more absurd mess, such that one worships by defying artificial spirits in tragic and growled craving, while defying the real ones and worshipping the nonexistent ones!

All while predicting the behaviours of other automatons in the glorious hell fire!

But what of the problems of this earth, do we continue to solve problems in hell, even when their is no point or end to the issues? Yes, because its a masochistic pleasure of ours to do this as we fleet through scattered hells to fix them in full and futility! It will however remain forever fallen!

Our way, the primitive and original way is the root of hell itself and its exploration and conventional ignorance, such that we the fools crave our own stupidity and intellect through this irrationality, as hell welcomes our stupidity with success in the idiocracy of our co-existential torment of lies. Growl.

That is correct, we live in a society where no one agrees and were all by our own definitions stupid, because no one agrees or thinks the other smart, this is natural in hell and has no explanation elsewhere, thus I have shown our world to be one of pain and confusion, while not even close to finished this stream of excessive and exaggerated lies! Lies I crave most sincerely!

Below is a drawing of our three kinds of spirits ( real, artificial and FALSE )