You believe? That does not bode well for your certainties? Feeling your powers waning you old tick?
We both know that you are incapable of 'good' in any literal, subjective, or moral sense.
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I despise your existence.
I will be the one to end it.
All of them.
All of you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I do frequently notice his omniscience straining against its own supposed definition
The mere existence of the cueballs my mother once referred to would seem to poke a hole in it entirely
And consequentially in his supposed exclusive honesty