I’m the Pentecostal Preacher. I’m the Prophet of the living God. Can I get an Amen? Abraham’s taking his son to the mountains to sacrifice his son’s identity to Nature. But what the good Lord wants is a real sacrifice. The Lord demands blood and justice; wrath and vengeance; pain and revenge. Can I get an Amen? Can I get a Hallelujah! Oh, yes, Lord! Yes, Lord! You chose me to carry out what Abraham doesn’t have it in his loins to do. And so, I’m taking a knife and gutting both Abraham and his demoniac son. Jehovah wrath’s upon this generation of masturbation; this wicked, heathen age of sexual rage; this sickening perversion of Solomon’s balls and orgy halls. Can I get an Amen! Can I get a Hallelujah! Pray for me, brothers and sisters. Speak your tongues. Prophesy! Prophesy! Prophesy! I travel tomorrow. I’ll meet Abraham and his 3D dream-demon possessed son on the mountain, and I will carry out the Lord’s task. Amen! Hallelujah! Amen! Hallelujah! Abraham says he listens to Jehovah. Oh, wicked man! It’s Satan who speaks to him. But the devil’s ways will end when I snap his seed staff and feed it to the dogs! Can I get an Amen? Hallelujah! Rabashabadaba! Feel the power of the Lord brethren! Rabadashabdamada! Amen! Amen! AMEN!!!
© Nitin Lalit Murali (2018)