i am i. i is a man of god, all though many see me as full of the devil. i does god’s work with a knife and a gun. And they search for i, the way holy angels search for darkness.
They will never find i. i needs not to show i’s face to any man. When i moves i moves under god’s veil of the balckest night. i am i.
i walks with the bible. i walks with god. When i studies, it is the true words of divinity. i am i.
Through the cold night air i is traveling. i cut through the darkness, with no light but the light of the reflecting moon. the hills ahead are covered in snow. i walks over these hills, they thrash i’s feet with their evils. They cause i pain, but i walks further through the cold nights.
Mourning comes to i. Mourning spreads across the world. The sun is god’s holy eye. God is watching, and i knows. When i prays, god listens. This is why i is permitted to walk over snow. This is why i is permitted to walk over fire. i am i.
they come for i. the men in dark uniforms. These men have guns, but they do not have what i has. i has god, i has the word. When i hears the word, i knows absolute truth, i knows the one true path.
Sin must be purged from the world. i has original sin, i is equal to every soul. i must be cleaned. My sins they come to bother me, they come to harrass me. i thinks of woman, i thinks of desire. i knows that this is wromg, i cannot change this sin. i am i.
but i must be good. i must be clean. i must do something to remove the devil body that harrasses i when i wants to be good.
i has not seen other souls. i only sees, the soulless creatures that are animals. And i gets the urge. i cannot remember human. i cannot remember woman.
i now remembers a woman. yes, a holy woman who taught i. she spoke of her children, and her grandchildren. and i liked it. i desired it. i desied that woman, and envied the children, and grandchildren, they had her ;pve. they had her affection. i has faded from the memory of this woman’s mind. many would say that her beauty had withered. but i saw something else. i saw a glorious soul, whose beauty would not fade for eternity. Her beauty will be seen by god upon entrance to heaven, and by the eyes of i. i am i.
i has been alone, excpet for the grace of god. the uniform men are still looking, searching. they are unholy, they are evil. they are guided by the state which does not regard the laws of god. But they will be punished for their sins, for interfering with the will of god. i is the will of god, and they will feel his rwrath. Perhaps god will work through my hands.
i looks at i’s face in the stream. with a thorn and charcoal i begins to work. this thorn, will make other thorns. i wishes to be closer to god. i wishes to have the face of god. i’s face is not like god.
this thorn will make other thorns. i inserts the thorn in red clay. i inserts the thorn into i’s forehead. i is guided by i’s reflection. i makes thorns across i’s forehead. this is i’s face of jesus. i tattoos the crown of thorns.
in the snow, is i’s blood. i’s blood from the emulation of the apeartance of jesus. to the rails, i must travel. there is metal there that i can use. i am i.
i have a way, to persue jesus, to persuit what is good, in a way only a very few ever receive the honor of.
to the rails that cut through the forest, i travels. i travels with numb feet, that have blackened from cold. i’s hands are smashed with icy hammers. When the wind blows i’s face becomes as stiff as stone. But i ,must finish i’s mision. i’s orders come from the highest authority.
i was once another man, with another name. but the old names of i is gone. only the serveant of holyness remains. this is what makes i, the being known as i.
pain in i’s hands, pain in i’s feet, pain in eyes face. i is at the rails now. these rails were as forgotten as i’s old name. These rails are in ruins.
i lays out two railroad ties i does this in the shape of the most holy symbol, the crucifix. i pulls three railroad spikes from the worn old rails. i’s hands cannot feel the touch and sting of the ultra cold metal. i is beyond numb.
i grabs a heavy rock. i hammers the spike through i’s ankles first. i pounds the spike, with all i’s force. i ignores the pain. i’s pain is only proof of i’s closeness to god. i will walk across the fire, and i will not be burned. i will cross the dessert, and i will not starve. it is because i lives with the grace of god. it s beacuase jesus is i’s savior. i’s blood spills into the snow, making it steam. but i will live, i live by with god’s unblinking eyes. he sees i, and knows that i is embracing his holiness.
i pounds a spike through i’s left wrist. i’s takes i’s left hand, and holds the stone. i ignores the pain. i pound a spike through i’s right wrist. i’s blood is everwhere. steam rises from the red snow.
i lays against the railroad ties, in i’s crucifix. i closes his eyes. eye imagines the spear through jesus’s side. i feels the spear punture his body. i is self crucified.

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