Monday 17th March 2014,

DINNER IS SERVED

At last,

For one such as I,

Faced with a dilemma, such as this planet of woe can provide,

I can finally view the unfolding happenstance of this well nigh done, grand experiment,

With a wry smile and jubilant countenance,

For I can see, with the other warriors of light and formidable justice

The Michael Son,

Lord Aton moves now,

To sweep the remnants of lasting sorrow from this mired green orb,

Confronted with the futile and hysterical (to some) antics of his wayward children,

He is forced to bring about swift end before there can be any lasting damage done by suicidal upstarts.

I for one am well pleased,

As I draw forth my brilliant sword of scintillating light,

Of truth,

Of Justice,

Of unrepentant finality,

And I would use the services of one, whose role it is to provide this platform,

To deliver a final plea to the darkness,

In fact, my dark brethren,

You might observe me fall to one knee, meet your eye boldly

AND BEG YOU,

Please…..

Please, PLEASE!

MAKE YOUR MOVE!

FIENDS OF DARKNESS,

Allow the last fragment of your fast failing sanity and cognizant recognition of reality to be consumed entirely by the hateful bloodlust for ALL LIFE and ALL CREATION that has torn your future apart as you have ATTEMPTED TO TEAR APART THE FUTURE OF ATON’S CREATION!

YOU HAVE ACHIEVED NOTHING,

YOU HAVE DESTROYED NOTHING,

YOU HAVE ACCOMPLISHED NOTHING,

KNOW IT, FEEL IT, REVEL IN IT AS I TOO REVEL IN YOUR ACCOMPLISHMENT IN VICTORY FOR THE LIGHT!

IGNORANT, BALEFUL AND IDIOTIC FOOLS.

THE HOST OF HEAVEN STANDS READY TO RECEIVE YOU!

MAKE YOUR PRECIOUS MOVE!

I DEMAND IT!

COMPLETE WHAT YOU HAVE STARTED, WHAT YOU HAVE WORKED SO HARD TO ACHIEVE!!!

YOUR OWN DESTRUCTION IS AT HAND, AND I WILL FINISH WHAT I HAVE STARTED!

WEEP,

TREMBLE,

QUAKE,

FOR YOUR GOD-FORSAKEN BACKS ARE TRULY AT THE WALL,

And all that remains is a choice that only YOU can make,

Probably the last choice you will ever have the chance to make for the rest of eternity.

Ruin has found you and so has your undoing.

In my last act of service to you my little demonic ones,

I offer you the choice, for the dish called JUSTICE I am about to serve you,

Would you prefer it HOT or COLD?

Both are equally delicious, and will CONSUME YOU ENTIRELY,

DO IT,

DO IT FOR ME,

MONJORONSON,

DINNER IS SERVED.