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Birthed as a commoner, raised in a commonplace yet I know and always have known that I am more and that I am to be more. I am destined for greatness. Beyond recognition, beyond humanity, beyond prophecy. For I am the savior, I am the deliverer, I am the redeemer. I am the Messiah from which I bear all ignorance and absorb all sin in lieu of mankind.
The human dilemma, the human condition, perpetrated by human limitations in which I, and solely I, will unfetter. To live is the same as to suffer. And it is only through suffering that I will find meaning, find purpose. In massacre, I acquire the enlightenment. In crusade, I embody the domination. In dreams, I fill the endless. In imprisonment, ultimately, I soon shall suffer the torment. Cruelty and violence will be beset upon me as both catalyst and contributor. Tainted by touch and torture, spoilage and sadism I shall endure. Sundered skin, emptied shell of soul I shall shed to be as I am meant to be. As the prophecy foretells just as I myself know is true.
Thus I prepare, I plan, I present. For apotheosis, for metamorphosis. As I shall be the martyr, the sacrifice, the offering for the pursuit of my prosecution.
In martyrdom, I shall arise anew.
Rebirth, reborn.
Ascension.