I have a rock-solid point, and the demon on your shoulder with a leash around your neck and a silly Egyptian name has none. You attempt to blame the wonderful, Holy Church for what your own paganism does, and you increase your own guilt because of it.
I would be embarrassed at how you both act, if I did not have to deal with so many dozens of you daily. How your kind is able to be totally indistinguishable from another is mind-boggling and I wonder how the devil can repeat the same mistake so many times amongst all his puppets without variation.
I came here to immediately rebuke you for being so repulsive, and then I leave you to suffer your fate as you so desire it. I will not be here longer than I have to, especially with an intellectual coward at the helm whose seeming entire tactic for dealing with rebukes is “mock them, pretend you’re beating them, and then run to sneer behind their backs in the hopes it makes their shame over sin go away.” That you have a slightly different gimmick to the egyptian name one is not enough to distinguish you from the other thousand under my belt.
If you want me to destroy you, simply give me the opportunity to do so. No running or desperate attempts your hide your small ideas behind mockery and a thesis that boils down to “I don’t want to be held accountable for my sin, so I’m a monkey.” as well as “I want to usurp God, so I will pretend I created myself over a very long time.” you hope the blathering will make you unable to be answered, when in reality it is only you piling on dirt into a grave.
It is all so silly and a bad joke, this game you play here is sad even for a reprobate hoping to deny God like a bad friend tries to pretend the friend he hurt doesn’t exist.. That it has dragged itself this long unnecessarily is just sad. Arguing with you reprobates is like playing chess with a pigeon: no matter how many brilliant and flawless points I make, you always find a way to knock over the pieces, soil the board, and strut around like you won the game.
God is only as “small” as the universe he created. How you manage to live with yourself after such blasphemy is just another sad stick of your own dismembered furniture on the pyre you made for yourself.
When I figure out how to remove this bloody notifications, I will be done with you permanently.