WWIII (The Aftermath) Here I Come

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.

Revelations

Dad, what's up?

Ask our Father, who art in heaven, and hell, and China, and Russia, and Ukraine, and right here and everywhere else in the universe. So Rose, while you asking me that, why don't you ask Him?

So dad…

What?

Is their anything I can do, to alleviate your frustrations?

Yes, there's a very big thing you can do. I believe I made a mistake, when I…

Stop dad, I already know…

Oh so, Mr. Know-It-All at it again I see. He knows what everybody's gonna do before they know it, and instead of stopping them, or preventing it from getting out of hand, He lets it all play out. Talk about throwing a monkey wrench into shit, and He does it,

“All”…”The”…”Time”.

So dad, what's up with those quotation marks, the capitilization wasn't enough?

No it wasn't. Dad wanna play games and have me praising His name and how good He is, guess what?

I'm sure you're going to tell me.

Damn straight. The Big Kahuna is perfect, in every way possible. I can't say humanly possible, because He aint human. He's Omnipotent. The Ultimate, in which nothing could ever in a Godzillion years (that's an infinite number by the way, which has maxed out, in which whose number only God knows) match.

What's your point dad?

Dad all the time talking about, going through the fire and you need to reap what you sow and all that other shit He made up. He be getting on my last nerves, and He knows it. And I figured out why I act the way I do.

I thought you said, Father programmed you that way. You changing your story now?

No, but I talked to my mom's last night and I never spoke to her about being in the womb before last night…

Wait a minute…

You heard me…

Dad, you trying to tell me, you've been lying all this time? What else you lying about?

This blog started out about Lilly and I, next thing I knew dad had taken over. The O.G. done confiscated my website. He took over my fingers and the keyboard was His voice. Yep, He in “Full Gangster Mode”.

Rose, when I was in my mother's womb and dad came and said, “I'm gonna get you” it was dark as hell in there, so yeah even in the womb you not safe from The Boogie Man. I was kicking to get out because The Boogie Man said, “I'm gonna get you". What kind of Father gonna scare the shit out of a child when they in the womb?

Dad!

What?

Father told me about that.

What He tell you, because it must have slipped His mind to mention it me. Talk to me, lay it all out.

Father said He had to prepare you because, you're John Mann's son, who you know was no good…

And?

Father knew, “like father, like son”, so Father had to put the fear of God into you before you came out. Remember when you started kicking in your mother's womb?

Last nite, my mom told me I was kicking the whole time I was in there, and all she ever told me was to “go to sleep”, so I guess that's me kicking to get out. What about it?

Soon as fertilization started Father said, well you know what He said.

No shit?

Don't believe me? Ask Him yourself.

And this damn blog not supposed to be about Him.

Stop blaming everything on Father.

You know damn well, The Grand Poobah set all this shit up. Only reason I started this blog was to get peeps to visit my site, so I could maintain some traffic until I got my painting going.

So what you saying?

You know Rose, you my daughter and I love you, but you know damn well, dad setting me up.

What's your point?

Oh, so you agree?

I agree to agree! Ring a bell dad?

The hell with you and the one who sent you.

So why you so uptight today?

Dad keep pulling my strings and I'm tired. My very 1st blog post was an introduction to this website and next thing I know, my fingers took upon a life of their own. Don't believe me? Go back to that 1st post and follow how it changed from the website to talking about Mr. Know-It-All. He just gotta be everywhere. I'm His personal biographer. Don't believe me? What in the hell God, got to do with this website? I'm a artist and He done took over my website. Why in hell, He couldn't have another website, I don't have a problem with that. I would've been praising Him more than you, and you in heaven. But no, He had to get His big ass hands on my shit. Okay, Lilly's and mine, since she financed this 100%.

So dad you mad at our Father why exactly?

This supposed to be about Lilly and I, not Big Head Kahuna, which by the way, if His head wasn't so big, He wouldn't want everyone to be thinking about Him 24hours a day. Damn, what about a timeout every now and then?

So what you want me to tell Him?

Tell Him, I'm sorry and I want Him to always be there for me and to protect me from myself. So Benevolent One, that good enough? Because you know damn well, these are not my words, but yours. I really wanted your job, but you and I know if you was to allow it, and I know you've considered it, I'd change everything. So fine, I accept defeat, that good enough for you Boogie Man? If you quit tormenting me, I'll do it your way, every way, every day.

Dad?

What now, He want something else? I can't give Him anything more, unless He wants me to come home now. And since He The Grand Poobah, He can clean up this messy apartment of mine. Make it clean enough for Him to get a good nite's rest in with those soft, fluffy, pillowy angels He always bragging about. Make sure I have the ones that don't make you toss and turn all nite. When I get up there, I wanna have me a good nite's sleep every nite for the rest of eternity.

You finished?

Hell no, dad got me preprogrammed and always changing the damn script on me. Be glad when He call me home, I can't never get no peace down here with Him all the time on my ass. Talking about “step in line”. And got these earthly military peeps talking about how “hard-core” they are. Shit, for a spirit that nobody can see, feel, touch, taste or smell, dad is “The Biggest, Baddest, Greatest, and the Ultimate Military Commander, past, present or future”.

Okay dad, I've done your praises and have accepted defeat, only to you of course. The rest of these rookies can just skadaddle, 'cause it ain't gonna happen. I noticed you haven't brought me home, so I hope you gonna hook me up. Dude, make another website, I'll provide the link to this one.

So dad?

What?

You heard what Father said, didn't you?

Yeah, He said it's not gonna happen. He gonna stay right here at Lilly Pollyanna Galleria.com

Tell the audience why.

Well, audience of Lilly Pollyanna Galleria, my dad gonna provide traffic to this site and I'll get a lot of sales, once I get my groove going, which is real soon, because my dad always playing games like this, especially with me. He always gotta make me say uncle, you know, like when you wrestling and you in a headlock and can't breathe, and your opponent loosen up just enough, so you can say uncle. Well, that's what my dad does, and I'm His number one student, (on earth anyways.) Jesus, His number one, Adam, number two and Eve, the original “mother of all mothers” (I love you too mom, even though you should've left that apple alone) number three in heaven.

So yeah, it's gonna be two blogs on this site, one for dad, which current name has yet been determined and one for Lilly Pollyanna Galleria. I tell you, that dude loves all His children, exactly the same. Equally. But when you fly straight and act right, He'll cut you some slack every now and then.

But He gonna always be on my ass, and I've accepted that fact. My dad always on my ass because He knows I can do better, but He did something that altered my life forever, well one of the things, because this dude always playing games with me and changing the script on me “mid-scene”. Talking about cut, hand me another script, which I have to learn immediately, on the spot. And He hates it when you Ad-lib, especially when I do it. Anybody else, He'll forgive, if they confess. But when I do it, He always find a way to bust any bubble I be working on. So I'm tired of Him busting my bubbles, and I've decided to fly straight and act right.

Dad you know damn well, every now and then, I'm gonna act out, but I'll make sure to leave no evidence. I've been trained by the best intelligence agent ever to exist, and He's not even human. Top that you U.S. alphabet soup law enforcement agencies. When I go on my special ops, and execute everything with the ultimate of accuracy and precision, from logistics, communications, field maneuvers, and my specialty, intelligence, to answer the question before you ask it, “where did I get all this training that's not in my military record from”?

My dad, that's who!

And He's taught me everything I need to know, so anyone on the planet ever come after me or mine, my Father gonna mow yo ass, like grass. He the ultimate “Lawnmower Man”. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve also.

The title of this post is WWIII (The Aftermath) Here I Come, which began at the time of this posting, 18:00:00 on 27 Aug 2022. To make it perfectly, crystal clear, This A Real War: God's War. My Father is the reaction of the world's action. My Father didn't start this, you did. You're behind whatever it is, He's got planned for me to do. I've been instructed to let you all, the world know, to stop all this nonesense, and sit down and work things out. Otherwise, you troublemakers, and this is on a global scale, you too U.S.A., better reverse course, or else. Talk to my dad what that or else means. Although, I can attest to the awesomeness of my dad. You all know Him as God, but He allows me to call Him Dad.

Also commencing at the start of this posting, the entire planet has exactly 30 days, to the second, to clean up your collective acts and I'm not going to do anything or say anything else about it. You don't change, watch what my dad gonna do, and I've got my countdown clock on. I like to see my dad make non-believers into believers. Oh well, gotta go.

Back to our regularly scheduled program

My son has finally gotten himself together. So, I'm God and he is Mini-Me; if you've been following this blog long enough, you would know that. I'm going to cut my son some slack now, not too much, I can't give him too much rope, because for sure he will hang himself. But that's okay, he'll come to heaven (his home, earth is just temporary) and I'll find someone else to fulfill my prophecies. You heard me, I have multiple prophecies only I know about. You better leave my son alone and it's in your best interests to take care of him. If you ever “toe down” with him, you'll find out firsthand what I taught him. Go ahead, test him.

The clock is ticking,

and I am listening,

for the sound from all around,

the earth since man’s first birth.

Father, forgive me, I have sinned,

but it's yet to begin.

Everyone is as quiet as a church mouse,

so I, the Omnipotent One, going to destroy your house.

Take that, you unfaithful pest,

make sure to inform all the rest.

This is what happens when you fail the test,

make sure to clarify who's the best!

I'm going to come down extremely hard,

with this staff, like a lightning rod.

My name is…

God