This is a message to the survivors. Ignore the past. Ignore the future. I am Jeremy still here, still enigmatic, and still leaving each door open. Your dreams tell you much, but even still they fall short.

Today I cannot go on. Today I am still a myth. Today I fear my ruse is up. I am the master of this destiny that you now share with me. What has become of our holy land, decimated? Don’t be fooled into thinking that all things Holy are not in the Modern Time. These times are alive with decadence and sin. And who better to exalt this truth than I, Jeremy, the suburban Prophet, cunning enough to transfer this message to this medium. What will it take for you, dear reader, participant, and friend to recognize my sincerity in this? I have no agenda except to relieve my compulsion. Have you become enthralled with me? Yes, how I long for your acceptance and to know the art of humility.

I am drowned by the record of the truth, the burning bush, the wrath of the Lord. I am only weak as He makes me, weak to let you, us, we, know that He has arrived.

I am Jeremy Jacobs, elusive, beyond my years, above government, tax collectors, institutions, elections, protests, religion.

I have been to your parties, I have smoked your dope, I have drunk your gin, I have been with your woman, I have gambled with your gamers and I have eaten your pie. You have nothing, Satan. You are nothing, you win when I anger but alas I use your anger against you, because you are a fool, and one by one my people will come home. They will come home because you can’t beat me, and I can tell them all about you and of what a loser you are and you faint in my presence, Satan. For I have the power of the Lord in me and you cannot overcome He that made you.

Who but I, chosen from the lot, could have the courage to say this. I am not swayed by your gimmicks, because your gimmicks are impervious to me. Your money does not assuage me like HE does. Your women never fill my cup. Your tainted sweets give me headaches. Your fast cars make me nauseous. You are weak in every way, you have nothing. And don’t be shocked by my rebuke. You, fool, taught me how to rebuke in such a manner and now you, fool, are the only one I rebuke. Yes, you are my enemy. You are a thief, a liar, a cheat. You are empty and lost and forgotten, and no longer worth a feather. What an awful mistake you made. And now I, Jeremy, the prophet from the suburbs, am here to shout to all of my people that YOU ARE THE ONLY FOOL, SATAN And you LOSE.

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