One finds it hard to believe that a person can be a human being without being convinced that he rules the earth. Intelligence is creeping its way into even the dimmest corridors, requiring us to do what we can do to prepare for the cornucopia of love that follows a life that lacks it. Hope, faith, compassion, these are all things we should concern ourselves with. I consecrate my virginity to my kingdom, and want you to believe that a measure of a man or woman’s worth, indeed how much attention you will be getting from life, will largely depend on how much time and effort you put serving the kingdom, even if it’s just thinking about it. I write because I don’t want you to feel lonely, because I want you to feel that connecting to my mind is the most empowering experience you can experience. I don’t want to hurt any woman, and I promise you, if even one woman on this earth feels hurt at my marrying, then I simply will never get married. The caliphate needs the support of every single Muslim woman on this earth, and if I hurt even one of you, then that will seriously question Islam’s validity in the world.
Strawberries and sheep dot the landscape of my brain. We want to lay a finger on your soil, but we know that we will be punished for doing so. How much longer do we have to wait, before the Palm Revolution occurs? When people who are purported to be noble have satanic hues smearing every breath they take, that is when you know that change is in order. Isn’t it ironic, that the word ‘lord’ has all but disappeared from public discourse? People are more interested in the color of the underwear of the girl next door, than in the hues of honor projecting from the will of a patriot. When will the English recover and once again and look with dispassionate staidness towards the celestial lands that now need to be conquered? You call yourselves a postindustrial society, but where is the burgeoning technology sector? It seems to be that words describing your progress are empty nomens. Yes, you are doing great compared to Niger, but the coronet of being under no one is now collecting dust. ...
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