The aliens came back!
Small white UFO's twirling round and round in the sky...it was the Planet Jesus 'guys'...
Previously there had been a mission to land on Planet Earth, and construct a way of bringing World Peace. It was honestly a God Mission.
Of course, on the first landing I knew off, some time ago near Christmas, they called me personally from the skies...3 scout ships shot down over America, and a huge Convoy ship about to make a landing. Why they choose America, I don't know. The King and Queen of Amorelia were on the mother-ship. America went to war. As seen previously on here, there was no peace-talk, and America did not relent, they killed many of the aliens.
I threw God my hand.
White House, a fat-man in uniform:
"Obama, you little faggot!!, 107 of my men have just been found dead!!!!!"
The guy on the ship taking the calls, laughed, and threw his hands over his head...
"Lars!! We're here this time to be real!! The last voyage was many years ago...It was a 'pariah state', we reckoned 95% were fail. We can't turn back.
NOW IS NOW!!!"
Well, not to discard linguistics. I'm a little sure 95 % means well (???)
Sometimes, it's hard to write down, what you dont actually know, hear or see. It's all from God. Sometimes I think runnign away with my own little thoughts might be a little more sensible, perhaps I can piece some nice poetics, all by myself. Lately, forming english sentences has been a struggle.
Anyway, it's exciting stuff, and I don't just mean the grammar.
What was happening on the UFO over Earth.
Men huffed, and burned.
It was spontaneous. (keep with me here, this is Amorelian language translated by God, into a jarred form of English. Which we call, 'Anglo'...)
"The Anglos are failing, death, death, death...."
"There is much to go..." said a quietly, surely spoken, man in charge (the King (?)):
"I will present to them, Him. Let me be Him. Hashem, I go..."
Then he turned from the radio controller, in the main room, The King: dressed with a long necklace of dark purple stones, and a bright blue suit robe, (not unlike that colour on the Israeli flag, which I soon imgined to a lighter sky blue, not the blue that represents a silly, joking mind. The suit cut straight, but a little like a hippy's clothing...a kaftan??)
He turned away, hands clasped behind his back, and stared for a moment at the floor. He wanted to speak to America.
I imagine he used a hologram message...
What he did was; "Turn full Ship."
That mean't he was gonna fucking land.
At that moment I was singing. I was dancing in the hallway at the front door, of a house, practising some high-kicks.
"Brutal!" He began, and Loud..."I am King '----' (wow wow a strange form of my own name, named after me!!) he continued:
"You must have Faith. My Faith is Love." (drdrdr)
he whispered; "Be bunions is thud...."
"My Queen shall settle the matter...."
"Hallo. I am God, (NOBLE PROUD QUEEN! an old-time queen!!!) Lars thoughts) ...Become Heaven...."
The Americans burned.
It was Shaytan, they kept singing:
"Keep Hell!! Keep HELLL!! KEEP HELL!!!"
She died, and sang.
I was singing, at that moment I was eating dinner, at at table with mad men and women. It was the first clean dinner I had eaten with other men.I eman, I felt ! clean...
When they sang Peace, I giggled: "You are a manky man eating dinner near me!! I am KING!"
The convoy settled.
The King said:
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