It’s Time to Reorganize Your God.
10 February 2018
I kept taking the hits. Each year after January 31, 2012 I took another and another and another hit.
On 6 February 2018 I took my last one. Now I’m Unleashing the Beast.
If I take another hit I may not survive and frankly you’re not worth my life.
The animals you choose to enslave, torture and slaughter aren’t waiting any longer for you to grow a conscience and release them from your dictatorial rule.
You already proved that your compassion does not extend beyond yourselves.
You demonstrated what dominion means to you: Use. Abuse. Destroy. Enslave. Torture. And Slaughter. All other species at your will and whim. All the while calling dumb those you persecute for pleasure.
Your excuses don’t fit the reality of the impact of your horrendous crimes against all other species – crimes against God, crimes against nature – crimes against the planet. Crimes against yourselves.
There are too many deviant Asians on the planet who work only to destroy it. It’s time to cull the herd.
There are too many deviant Africans who don’t contribute to society. It’s time to cull the herd.
There are too many serial offending terrorist humans on the planet whose Devil God directed them to destroy all of creation. It’s time to cull the herd.
It sounds like you, doesn’t it? Always wanting to cull somebody’s herd, afraid some other animal other than you might take over the planet. Or maybe it’s just an excuse to satisfy your sadistic slaughter urges. When humans are culled, it’s not so innocuous sounding is it?
God didn’t give you the right. There’s no law you’re obeying that forces you under penalty of prison if you don’t cull the herds. Nobody stops you though. That’s why you do it. Because you can.
That’s in the process of changing – quickly. This time you’ll feel the process. It seems you like pain. You like legislating it and you like inflicting it upon yourself.
Oh, you say, nobody likes pain, we just can’t figure out how to do this. We need more time, you can’t expect us to…
Yes I can. I am. It’s done.
~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight