God does not need to explain why and how he is God, so why should l?
I don't exalt my pride with comparison to the creator of the world it's frivolity not that am less nor is he superior..
I walk and bleed and go through the daily routines of a premeditated life of complicated and entertwining intricated puzzles of finding comfort just like everyone.
But I am not human or machine i have blood flowing in my veins of a different species unknown to man.
I am the creator,the author and the editor to the errors of educated thinking that tethered humanity to contentment in slavery.
I walk a different path that to many is thorned and lost,
but I have metal feet and razor blades of determination that pave a way to my destinations.

I hate titles and materials inventories that seemingly give the impression of oiling the rusty wheels of Morden society.
Who said i needed it?
I let no man climb a superiority ladder of manipulative genius by selling me the products of his own created comfort because my mind has catalogues of filed lubricants that erase hindering friction to swift progression.
I am not in the genesis book of records(What a limitation)
l cannot be contained or versed in pages of praised synoptic revelations just because I am a 0ne eyed man among a blind world.

I am Luis Rupende.
To me l am the creator;
An immortal being that does not understand pain or need praise to polish my insignificant ego.
l don’t creat a world to inhabit my projects to suffer and demand prayer to exalt my meaningless existence of holy pretance.

I am not a scientist that trap defenceless creatures to experiment my lack of confidence in myself,yet wearing medals of a stadious mind on my shoulder.
l dose poison in my blood because that's my cure to my mortality that cannot be diseased by nativity of a conglomerate of virus researchers;
healers to their sickly infected pockets with erroneous medical intellectual bullshit they test on laboratory animals not on themselves. (lack of faith)

Am not God that is all powerful yet lack the ability of having his great salvation expeditions recorded in a heavenly regals that is not a pocket human inventory writen on cheap paper with grammatical errors of Olympic standards;
No prominent editors or educated metaphorical construction to give it value.
Just a free uninspiring book bereft of graphic proficiency to afford it value.
How can l kowtow or succumbing to such lack of advertising intergral insight that has no imput of exaltation to its proclamation?
Evangelistic words directing humans to paradise lands of gold,
Yet the bible is like a cheap sign post with an arrow highligting direction in a gravel road to a palace.

I was not created in God's design;
No that's for wishful thinkers who don't love themselves and wish for something beautiful and holy that looks like a phenomenal supernatural figure with a delusional existence.
God can never look like me,
l am self designed and adorned with attributes that advertise abundance and regal enrichment of passion and leadership.
I am a walking paradise affluent with exuberant fruition.
Why else did God curse me with age and death to this perfection and yet he remain an eternal jealous formless imagination without admiration?

I am am not amazed at the creation of earth and heaven it does not impress me...
Another hopeless artist who was trying to find meaning in obscure art stumbling on an opportunity to showcase in exclusive galleries that he fear to enter because it's just paint and brush projection bereft of self discovery hidden in expensive ink.
Why should l kneel to a man that offer shelter in a ramshackled house,condemning me to polite requests of reciprocity to a hospitality by asking nothing yet superiority?Acknowledgement of dressing me in rags yet parading me as a son to regal cohorts?

I designed those torn clothes to adorn my creation in me that can not be definable in languages of this earth.
Why crave metirial recognition as a measure of wealth?
Yes it is a societal craving to be honest but an erroneous antithesis perception to the definition of wealth.
Metirial possession defines your class not your wealth(you dont add any value to money no matter how much banks you own)
It enhance your status not your possession of it.

l walk with a step of wealth in a gravel road of dirty and l attract stares because I am an unusual sight that should be driving bogati machines...
l give the dirty road class.....
l dress in cheap clothes yet they ardon my frame like l am a demi-god of fashion...
I give class to clothes meant to diminish and distinguish the poor...
l talk with a voice of a mythycal god of rain that nourish dry minds with widom and evoke fear with thunder....
l give my language meaning and admiration envied by other tongues,
A mellifluous sing-song that is tantamount to David's harp to raging demons of his king.
I ooze pulchritude allure like a god of pleasure.....
because l create multiple orgasims without physical proximity and l command a willing fellowship of Queens and Princesses worshipping at my shrine.
l love excessively my well overflows quenching infertile lands ungrateful to my sufficient provision for production.
When l hate,alas,l burn down forests like a wild fire that cannot be put off until all is smouldering asses dying do to powdery ashes.
I am a walking paradox to the simplicity of human understanding.
l am invisible to the eyes but visible to the mind...
I am a vagrant in this world with a palace building in the paradisal lands of my mind.
l am a the proclaimed awaited prophet that you send to a walk of shame crowned with a crown of thorns.
I was born to define human success to societal poverty.....

© luisRupende