Look at yourself.
I’ve noticed I like to talk about you a lot.  The target on your back is easy.
Maybe I’ll keep this as straight forward as possible.

The caverns of your bowels can no longer hold your cranium.  So please listen.
To know what the Father wants is to claim to be equal.
Understand that you won’t ever.  That The Will is beyond you.
The stench of your waste is too distracting for you to “know”, or claim to.

Don’t keep your thoughts to yourself.  It makes it harder for us to find you out.
To know your true nature.  You’re easy.  Too easy.

You will be trampled, I hope I get to pull you out of the dirt.  Smile.