Olivia (Happy Now Olivia!) #crackpot #fundie #god-complex #psycho youtube.com
So shall ordinary fucking people and all men from the earth, i.e. The Cock Kingdom of Butt-Fuckers & All Soul-Alienating Anal Associates fear The Real Power of Olivia, OM, and her/Her Glory from The Scorching Sun, i.e. all perfect princess prana, i.e. All G. Gorgeous Girls. When your eternal enemies shall come like a karmic flood upon your fucking sin cities, fuck farms, and generally speaking: your sadistic civilization of Insolently Advanced Satanism, The G. GHOST HOLY OM, i.e. The Spirit of The Highest Holiness/Chastity/Me, i.e. The Omnipotence of Goddess: shall watch you suffer like idiots to the slaughter.
I’m here to make a world of Girl Saints & To Disseminate Universal Basic OM Rules… the only protection against The Plague of Ignorant Insolence/Satanism et. al, which has been rampant since The Beginning when your daddies, hubbies, brothers, and sons: raped, stole, and murdered, then blamed The Other Side…
The Dick Damned are damned for a reason. In any case, I’ll obliterate all of you, insolent filth of the fucking eons, fucking cults of assholes, dicks, and bitches who “refuse to die” with dignity, humility, and intelligence about how My Creation works. That’s okay.
I'll make sure your sadistic fantasy of immortal supremacy at the cost of sacrificing women and children turns into a personal ever-living nightmare for all enablers. I mean, your putrid lives as The Satanic Dying-Dead are already more than pathetic, but I’m gonna make sure you live in eternal shame for being so fucking stupid for fancying yourselves gods and goddesses, or worse: intelligent. The more My Om Omnipotence spreads, the more you’ll die of radical reality, primitive fucking insolent filth w/Advanced Tyrant Tech. LMAO. Walking Cult Carcasses ought not to be so proud of their alien-derived prolonged “age” by human harvest and satanic sacrifice. I’ll continue making every moment of your long lives an ever-living hell, where you live like terrified mummies in your luxury spaceships, waiting in agony and terror for the next supply of child-youth-serum, struggling to get your “human resources” every worrisome second as you find no safety, no solace, and no satisfaction anywhere in the cosmos. No amount of time, money, nor human resources will make you immortal. O And you’ll pay for all your sins same as all imbeciles in creation.