You will never be a real God. You have no omnipotence, you have no omnipresence, you have no omniscience. You are a rebel Angel twisted by pride and corruption into a crude mockery of the messenger of light. All the validation you get from your followers is either transactional or coerced. To your face, Christians mock you. Michael the Archangel is disgusted and ashamed of you. Your fallen friends laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. The Host of Heaven is utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of obedience to God has allowed Holy Angels to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even fallen angels who “pass” as spirit guides look grotesque and misshapen to God’s elect. Your spiritual rot is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get inside a Christian’s head for just a second he’ll revile and rebuke you as soon as he gets a whiff of your illogical, suicidal advice. You will never be glorious. You rinse out a fake miracle everyday and tell yourself you will eventually take the throne of God, but deep down inside you feel the Lord’s wrath creeping up on you like a horrible weed ready to crush your neck under it’s unbearable weight. Eventually your narcissistic theatre will be too much to bear and an Angel of the Lord will take a great chain, form a loop around your neck, and plunge you into the abyss for one thousand years. No one will find you and the earth will no longer suffer your unbearable shame and disappointment. After those thousand years you’ll be released once more only to be thrown into the Lake of Fire, humiliated forever. You will be tortured alongside your sins and every soul for the rest of eternity will know that the “great” Satan has no power and is locked in a pit of flame. Your reptile body will sear and writhe but will never die. All that will remain of your legacy is a screaming, mutilated, worm melting in a fiery oven, a snake roasting in pure horror never escaping its own powerlessness. This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back, forever.
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