The Aliens can make me talk, do things.
They call themselves God, suck my soul out of my body and put it in different places, threaten to throw me in hell and rape my kids and kill my dad and brothers.
I see them in the sky looking out for me, and I'm like, 'It's right, be a planet destroying terrorist for the people who Love God and their Neighbor as themselves, who Do onto others as they would have them do onto themselves. For the poor and weak and innocent, for your loved ones. Be a terrorist.
Hahah, For the Aliens directly is groovy, but that is 'The Devil' you know what I mean?
Be an Alien Neo Nazi, hahah. Sell crack and heroin to the desperate, and look after troubled kids and youth, and kill corrupt cops.
Be a terrorist.
At least that is what the Alien Devil is telling me in my head, haahhah. Praise the Devil. Hhahah.
I wish the world wasn't so rough that you had to investigate yourselves and kill people yourselves.
But you do, according to my main Aliens.
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