💥💥💥“IT WAS THE BEST OF DAYS, iT WAS THE END Of DAYS” 💥💥💥 👑By FELONIOUS ACADEMIC👑
💥💥💥“IT WAS THE BEST OF DAYS, iT WAS THE END Of DAYS” 💥💥💥
👑By FELONIOUS ACADEMIC👑
☣️☣️☣️ where the Gulf of Mexico lay like a week-old corpses regimortis and the strip mall tabernacles hawked in shrink-wrapped consumer salvation for whatever sceme plus tax. buy one get one motherfuckin free if you purchase before the empending Rapture. when the prophecy and Americans absurdity finally collided like two freight trains in a tunnel with no lights, stuffed with fanatical Bible verses every television in America was hemorrhaging the same crimson script, “This is the unholy hour. Where Seals are splitting. Sky are unzipping. Act Americans, defeat your now dociled selves, and your obviously issues with faith. Stand up, fuck being humble, this is the hill to die on. Because you'll die if you dont.
☣️☣️☣️ I felt the White Horse rear up behind my eyelids, resembling an esoteric Conquest too identical to prophecy to neglect for elsewhere couiousitys.
☣️☣️☣️The abomination was already trending, hashtagged by false prophets with blue check souls and fat pockets. The man of sin? Pick any three senators and toss ya a dart. half of Washington looked puked out of Revelation 13 after a Mar-a-Lago bender. The Beast had arrived unionized, with good teeth, a podcast empire to PR, and have donors hedging bets on both sides of the Tribulation. I warned you, you greedy simpleton readers. The Rapture crowd had bet souls since the 1800s like drunks at a cockfight. Now Polymarket gave live odds on the Second Coming like Vegas booked the fuckin Super Bowl. Five-to-one against nuclear winter. I’d take the long shot, not from my faith, but because America always picked the big flaming crash over a slow quiet end. May god help us all.
☣️☣️☣️In the silence after I killed my fuckin TV I heard the low tectonic growl beneath everything in my head, the planet clearing its throat perhaps before the final pissed off scream of desperate attempt that civilization holsters left.
☣️☣️☣️The end of days wasn’t coming, was, now it was already checked in, paid up, Room 666 at the Last Days Motor Lodge. The locusts carried iPhones and Venmo requests Assholes The great whore of Babylon runs OnlyFans and donated to both parties for the write-off. The faithful simpletons screamed online about whose end-times chart was more Bible-true, FUCK OFF with the semantics. while the rest of us, defenselessly stand naked, screaming, higher than the space station on apocalyptic dope, as we stare into the void and watched it stare back in a red hat quoting verses like a campaign promise and a free pass from the final judgment. No angel choirs. No golden streets. Just us, and disrupted faith and desperately said prayers, that are just seemingly too late.


Ahhh, yes, the ol proverbial "borrowed time" a fuckin loan that I NEVER instead to pay off. NEVER
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