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        "title": "AntiChrist cx",
        "subtitle": "Journal of the So-Called AntiChrist",
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    "text": "99\nNovember 2002\n11/11/02 -I didn't ask to be me, I just am.\n11/20/02 -Candle lit to half mass. the judgment, is upon\ndeliberation. Those who seek will find... We kill to eat, we kill\nfor sport, and we kill to see a glimpse into our own destiny.\nThis is not about that, or about the blood river in the west\nbank. This is about losing site of our own humanity. So I say\nkill them all? Well that is the way it must be. We are beasts\nevery last one of us, AntiChrist has come to this. Any\nJudgment upon the AntiChrist, is judgment upon all every last\none of us. Embrace the Antichrist, for the Antichrist feeds on\nresistance. This is the word of Ghrisx.\nEarth born from fire, washed in rain, cooled by the wind in the\ndirection from the great abyss. It is I Ghrisx who called once\nfrom the grave, now from life. Kasna of Baly walk not into the\nlight if day crawls before you in the form of a mist.\nAntiChrist, born dead with the black light of god. Life from\nlife, since the birth of this, when from - came nothing to bring\nlife. Now again upon our door and upon the mind, the\nAntiChrist. As Life born from nothing, What horrible craters\nleach there in the dreams of those cold and in the street. I pray\nto them \"hear the south winds as they call, all to come - and\nmeet in Mlobyzy.\" So as it has been written, so it will come to\npass...\nWho is the AntiChrist?\n100\nOctober 2002\n10/05/02 - A call from the past voices I thought dead... Bring\nlight to the fact that the bitterness of friends that never like me,\npeople who served me only to cut my throat as I slept. This is\nnot the light, this is the bitter jealousy that is your downfall\nand my saving. For you who served me for your own needs,\nyou own greed, serve only yourselves. It is you that I see\nwatching me just a little too close, with hate in your eyes and\nhart because you know I am right.\n10/20/02 - Children of light reflect shadows on the week...\nWalls torn down in time to open gates that question, what if? I\nin my own way can pretend that I matter to you or to the\nworld. With false fire from a false god who once lived and\nrained upon my living room floor and still I turn to my self\nand question why. Why now after all of this time and what\nhave you brought with you? Time spell lessons on my lap as a\ntextbook of past mistakes and I can rain freedom or pain upon\nthe living room hell, or heaven for I know them both and can\ntell you we are all right. But no more dose it matter or my\ncrucifixion that still pains me feel blood dripping down your\nface and eyes to see the red of night in infrared or dream of\ngreen trees and blue skies, so you bow to me or no I do not\ncare as long as in the end my purpose is not impaired for you\nalone shall be seen as him who shot down the birds of hell or\nripped the wings from the angles. For I am but a madman or a\ngeniuses or probably nether but I swear to you that every day\nis judgment day for me. This is a tale of more then just two\npeople or the thousands affected so far this is a story of death\nat my hand and no other shall ever be blamed. But in this\nconvent is a truth and I see it well for it is I who gave rise to\nthe need, breed the lust for death in the harts of those how saw\nno hope at all. From this anger and resentment was born a\nfurry unlike any I have ever seen. But with it still I saw regreet\nand within it was the pain and the bitterness that bleed across a\nnation. So now come to grips with the possibility it is me\nMichael who spit fire and lit the lake afire. Who now lies to\nyou about my own existence for i am only a government\napparition someone who does not even exist. You feel me?\nYou here me I am all around you and I am death or by nature\nthe bringer of death upon the streets and fields of this world.\nFor I shall rein down terror as I release “it” upon one tree and\n",
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