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Messiahhh monologue december 2020 remastered

Female soldiers.. ew.

Messiahhh monologue december 2020 remastered

Messiah
Monologue 
I walk around like Jesus. They even call me Jesus. I think i'm Jesus.
Do they know i'm the exact opposite of Jesus?
I preach them how to behave. While I like to treat ladies like a slave. I buy their jewel with nothing else but paper we give value to. People, don't treat ladies like a slave! Unless its their fantasy to be one for 30 minutes... But i can only keep the thing going on for 3 minutes... Erase the zero in this.... But i like to think of it as 30. In my head, it feels like 30 minutes... I want it to last it for 30 minutes... Oh God can some just teach me how to love and feel good again after all of this? They call it sex... So i will have it again. And again. And again. And... I lost the meaning of it all... Oh wait where was I... Oh yes! People don't treat your ladies like a slave! 
I might look Messiah. And in the end i am Messiah. Cause I can't keep a family. I am not allowed to. Cause God gave me the mission to preach. And do good. Be honest. Treat others right and well. With much warmth and kindness. Love. I know the meaning of love. It's about trust isn't?  But do i trust myself with, trust?
...They even call me Jesus.
​​​​​​December, 2020

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