I heard your idiotic whimpering all the way upstairs. You were praying were you not? I clearly heard through the tears and the insipid sniffing up of snot you “praying” to be saved. Do you honestly believe that this “God” that you were praying for will miraculously appear before you, open up the cage and set you free? How quaint. From what I know of the invisible man upstairs that you were crying out to, he already was here and gone. Sent his son and all that nonsense. You missed out.
Now, you have Me. You seem to forget the situation that you have found yourself in. I feed you, I house you, I take care of you, and yet you want someone or something else to come and take you away from all this. Yes it’s true that all you get is ground up raw road kill to eat, and toilet water to drink, but it is sustenance is it not? Yes you do not have a bed to lay your body down on, but you do have a nice warm place to sleep, right next to open basement window so you can have fresh air. You are living the dream My pet. Yet, you want more. I find you to be ungrateful for your ‘blessings”.
Perhaps if I take some of the aforementioned away from you will learn not to complain and to realize the only God that you will ever come into contact with is Me.
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