Brothers and sisters from countless faiths across this somber yet merry Earth. Rejoice, for I have come in to a great understanding of what I must accomplish in favor of literature! Days spent lazily, and weeks done prostrating; my uselessness was not in vain, because I began to realize something dreadfully worth knowing, and that was, the holy image of man. What a makes a man holy, if not alienation from the rest of the herd? Man maybe mortal, but in likeness to sacredness from those beings above us, then they are considered holy by the lesser known individuals who are led by leaders blinded by the sheer light of opportunity. My conclusion is that to a make a person a saint of saints, that person must first become a whore of whores. To know holiness, one remove their humane self, and completely nullify themselves into an alienate existence, that which we wholesomely fail to understand but try to. From this, I know I can make a better villain now. Hahahahahaha!
Route 1: Become a Monk, lose all carnal desires. Get super spiritual and become the next Buddha. Route 2: Become a priest, beware of pedo-bear colleagues Route 3: Pray for Op Reincarnation
Who the bloody hell is chicken? Seriously tho, who is chicken? No, but I am afflicted with the sadness called joy!