Passion of the AntiChrist

Chapter One...

Scene begins with a boy holding a gun, the military kind, AR-15, a glorious black creation, light but just heavy enough to make you feel powerful. The boy was about sixteen, his name was Damien. He was hidden in far corner of some building. The whole block he is watching over is destroyed, shot up and abandoned. He was a look out, stuck there by The Apostle David himself. Damien turned his head to the side and curiously observed the intersection out in front of the old hotel he hid in. He smiled because he was about to alert The Apostle David of an attack by about sixty finely armed men.

Damien assumed they had acquired weapons and decided to go on the road instead of holding up in there homes waiting to be attacked for supplies. A good little tight nit band that would have made the likes of Jesse James proud, but today they would meet there doom, not by a lack of skill, not because they were dumb or evil, no it was just the way things go. He shook his head and his spiky black bangs wiggled slightly, dirty but well styled they peeked out from a pair of safety goggles from a SWAT members gear. Holding up a box, crudely built but, deadly in intention, he simply pushed a red button, and a little light came on. This light activated a beep in small rooms throughout the neighborhood, only loud enough for the man in the room, who was there to listen for the beep, to hear.

These gentlemen from he desert in Oregon were creeping up on a very well formed band, one of the oldest, one of the most resilient forms of human culture, well, ever. In this current millennium this was literally one of the thousandth times they had dealt with a regional or global freak out. A freak out of such vast proportions that billions die. Humans running around killing each other like a bunch of fucking Jugalows. Axes, hatches, hammers, shovels, swords, countless fucking prefab swords and knives from Pakistan or China. The guns well of course they ruled, and the war at this point in the game was isolated to those who held them, but until all those without guns were beaten back, the entire body counts in every horror movie ever made wouldn't compare to the carnage that ensued on that first day.

What triggered the Global freak out, what had this, gothic clad 16 year old kid with remnants of SWAT armor on his shoulders and thighs, poised and ready to blow up some hicks from the desert? A race war, coupled with a religious war, not Muslim against Christian, Or Jew against Muslim, no, it was the Religious against the Sinner. These lines that separated us for so long became gaping maws upon the death of Obama. The shot that made this hero fall wasn't just heard around the world, it instantly brought it to it's knees. As Obama slipped from existence his head hit the ground sending shock waves throughout, causing cracks in humanity that had too long been shoddily mended.

The complete and utter terror that resulted from the race riots I cannot even bare to write about fully. Death, horrible death of men, women and children, The American dream put under the knife in one horrifying hour after Obama's death. The Military and Police response to this wasn't very clear or concise simply because the cracks extended beyond the civilian population and went right through military barracks and donut shops. Giant flaming wars broke out on military bases. Prisons rioted, most were taken by the prisoners and the doors flung open. Social services nation wide were gone in a day. No water from any faucets and no heat. Think about it.

All this had settled down though, as I said, the war was down to those with guns, the madmen and criminals had all been irradicated Now it was between militaries run by social institutions. The big ones you know, Communists, Fascists, I guess you could call them Americans, but really they were fanatic Christians who claimed to fight for the old empire once known as America. Then you had the Muslim armies who were very far away for now. Then very last, and very small, we have the Homosexual. The homosexual was surprising and it's survival and rise to influence can be attributed to the warnings and prophecies, of The AntiChrist, their Faggot Prince, Tejun. In the last years before the global melt down, Tejun codified the homosexual, he brought them together and taught them of the repeating cycle of history and how they, homosexuals, usually get the butt end of the deal. The butt end being murdered.

This is why you get a well armed and disciplined gay boy with symbols painted in whiteout, adorning his armor, announcing his membership to the AntiChrist Church. As the alarms sounded throughout the buildings surrounding the town square, similar soldiers throughout leapt to action. Each bolting and running down a hallway at a dead sprint, without a word. As he whizzed by rooms occupied by others dressed similar to him those men and boys leapt into silent sprints. Each headed a different direction peeling off one by one, through a doorway or a stairwell. Some took position by a blast hole or a broken window. Peeking out observing the oblivious targets in their field of fire.

Once the race riots destroyed the military structure within our borders a drastic attempt to save the empire of American the entire military was recalled. They had plans and contingencies to police the American population, but nothing of this magnitude was imagined, ever. All of their plans included the use of the National Guard, well the National Guard dissipated into the riots like they were dropped into stomach acid. This action, the world wide global knowledge that America was not going to drop from the heavens and fuck you up if you pissed us off, sent those who look to rule in motion.

Russia, China, Venezuela, along with many others who saw that America could no longer protect them, all rallied together, surprisingly, under Communism. This sent the entire world into war. The Entire World. One side of China Marched and floated through the Indonesian Islands, on their way to Australia. Another force came for Alaska, joined with Russia's eastern contingent. The God's of Communism decided it best to dispatch North Korea to the cities within Russia and China to destroy all noncommunist elements. The death of human beings within the those countries wasn't any less than the invaded countries.

Noncommunist Elements were many things, under Putin's new guidelines. Topping the list were religious institutions, foreign governments, their families, their property, their lives and anything else. Mainly their policy was to kill as many fighting individuals as possible for whatever reason, so they could return later and kill the rest without much trouble.

The western half of Russia's military contingents, with the help of many Slavic countries, attacked the Middle-East, and the Middle-East had quite the response, by sacking Israel in a day and somehow detonating a Nuclear bomb in Moscow, killing Putin the next afternoon. The loss of Israel is the single most tragic event that will ever be remembered in this shittin mess. The world would have wept but it was to busy screaming and running for it's fucking life. The warrior boy Damien had changed position and now had the muzzle of his gun trained on a rather attractive young man of about twenty-three, he was already regretting blowing this guy away. A man came running in the room and slid up quietly beside Damien. He placed his hand on the boy's shoulder and whispered close to his ear, "What do you see?."

"They are not Americans they could be Russians."
The Apostle David shook his head, "No, No the Russians are still negotiating the Cascade Mountains, they won't be here for awhile." He looked carefully with some binoculars and sighed, "OK, they are locals I would assume, no real uniform or anything. Just a roving band." He smiled, "Maybe they will join us."
Damien smirked, "Hopefully this one I am about to shoot converts first."
David patted this desensitized human child, "Easy buddy." Then he looked intently out the hole and whispered, "Cock it." Damien reached up and cocked his rifle, he did it quickly and made no attempt to suppress the sound, it echoed over the silence of the creeping men, causing everyone one of them to train their guns towards the metallic click. Then, all at once, over one hundred clicks sounded together, giving the men a full visual of their predicament, they were utterly surrounded from a multitude of elevations.
David yelled loudly, "Hail there, we are friends first!"
They laughed, "You have a funny way of showing it!"
David, smiled, and said to Damien, "That isn't the usual response."
Damien nodded, "Yea usually there is more shooting."
The man down on the street stood up and walked into plain view, removing his shirt, he was a fit one, from marching hundreds of miles through dangers you cannot imagine, with food he could gather or take, nothing could be purchased anymore, on his skin that covered the muscles of a warrior, he had etched in ink, the symbol for the AntiChrist Church and he yelled in elation, for he knew he had found his home, "WE SEEK THE FAGGOT PRINCE!" Everyone cheered and Damien happily clicked the safety of his gun to the on position.


Um I know it was suppose to be a synopsis but this is what came out... LOL

Tejun
copyrighted by the P of the AC and the AntiChrist Church on Jan 2008 all rights to Tejun

this is a fictional story, so don't fucking arrest me....

The Brotherhood


I need to address the homosexual members of this Church, this AntiChrist Church.

My sons and daughters we are part of something that must be identified before it is once again, attacked and beaten back. You are all part of something that defys borders, races and religions. You are part of a brotherhood that for some reason has remained intact through the lifetimes of any cult or religion, any empire or social movement, Hitler, Stalin, Christianity, Islam... nothing, nothing has been capable of ending homosexuals, absolutly nothing.

Roll that over in your minds my children, we area force of nature. Like the ocean, or the wind, or the rock, we will be...

The faggot race has been murdered and beaten back but never conquered, NEVER! Realize FAGGOT you are ALSO part of something that has killed and conquored. You must realize you are not a victim. You should hold your head high and look upon those, with a mild amusement,
who hate you because their chosen "God" for the millenium has made some decree. Be proud, for you are part of the oldest tribe and the one that is reborn every single day.

This eternal unending brotherhood I refer to, was touched upon by Jack Malebranche. In his novel, Androphilia. He succesfully identifies the Androphile. Where him and I differ in opinion on this matter is, he sees the
Androphile as something differant than homosexuals, I see them as a piece of the homosexual empire.

My goal in this document is to bring us all together. I am talking about everyone, the manly and robust Androphile, the graceful and elegent fem boy, the dark and wretched gothic boy, the fearful straight acting small town gay boy, the terrified muslim boy who lives under the threat of DEATH! All of us! Every last one of us that exist in every geographic location imaginable, I call to you to realize what you are!


We are the ultimate network! In an attempt to know as many gay men as possible we have utilized the internet, MORE THAN MOST HUMANS ON THE PLANET. Imagine it! Tens of millions of men all connected. An instant message away.

IN each city we have secret meeting places, and we know almost by site each and every one of the clan. We travel from metro areas to rural areas and with the most secret handshake we instantly fall into the cradle of the city's local clan.

We sit in Isreal adorned with the Star of David holding a machine gun, looking over a fence wondering if there is an oppressed gay boy carrying a missle tube. In Iraq, we wear Old glory and a machine gun, wondering how many beautiful Iraq gays were killed in the last explosion. We exist outside of our tribes, religions and countries conflicts, taking part because we must, but secretly wishing the bastards would chill out.

A split in our ranks is counterproductive and ridiculous. For any homosexual to see himself as seperate from the rest is denile at best. We
are all part of the same unending entity, a genetic anomoly that will not cease and appears to be multiplying, but this is not totally clear. Social change,
and the raising of our heads may actually be allowing for more homosexuals to admit what they are.

WE must be unified and we must know that each one of us will die for the rest, each one of us will protect the rest. No more seperation my brothers, be united, realize what we are, the oldest and most beautiful common thread in humanity.

with love your AntiChrist Church founder,
Tejun

Hey guys,

If some of you are wondering, I am building a church. With my sweat and blood I carry crystalline confidence containers to those who need them. Drunken monkeys or drunken humans reduced to monkey status. Raving lunatics with wide eyes and narrow brows, living the image that resonates from square drums.
I wish the world's idea of life wasn't so set, I would have an easier time building this thing for you, this AntiChrist Church. Yet, I am required to pirate this story to you. A story about us trying to build a refuge in humanity from the forces of religion.
A legitimate form of thought, recognized by all people, that frees others from the clutches of oppression. I plan and build my mind and my life in an attempt to make this thing for you, Tejun's gift to earth. An institution that doesn't care about being one. No laws, moral codes of conduct, punishments, prophecies or deities.
This idea, this thing that can only exist in the heads of those exposed to it or blessed with it. This polite suggestion, simply spoken to soften the hardened heart of this religious world. The Church of the AntiChrist, The AntiChrist Church or simply The Church of Tejun will ring forever.
I imagine my life story and writings going through phases as time stretches on into space travel and total world peace. For a time I will be mocked, hated, shunned. This will be brief, in the grand scheme of things, because this magic bean is still in the pocket of our gullible little Jack.
But one day humanity will feel around in that dusty pocket and find the forgotten bean. They will hold it in their palm and gaze at it, sadly, no longer capable of believing in fairy tales, they will cast me to the ground.
The next phase instantly begins, just as the beans, this is my destiny, and I will grow. Humanity will climb to the clouds on the stalk I build for them. Cherishing it and caring for it.
Then when the time comes they will turn on the stalk and cut it down. Only because, through my fake Church I taught them the danger of relying on giant stalks that promise gold, because they all hide giant monsters that kill. When the stalk of Tejun falls to the earth no tears of despair will be shed. A drizzle generated by hope will whirl down to the earth as humanity simply floats to the clouds by their own will.

with love and hope for Our Church
Tejun

help any way you can... it all helps, especially telling someone else about The AntiChrist Church... but by no means become an evangelist or recruiter, just tell them about it... the rest will just happen.

Do you know how long it has been since I have written to you guys whilst listening to Manson? When he is blaring in my headphones, inside my head, rubbing the inside of my skull, moving the "everything" that is me, making my eyes flare, wishing for Shade and stiff drink, but instead words fly on a page to a beat.
My God it is beautiful.

Today we will discuss the frightening nature of those who control us. Murderers and fascists, at their very core. A series of psycho religious cults, trying to control the will and direction of humanity. These cults pay their dues to our true masters, but our masters are not responsible for all our control, because, even our masters know, the people control the will of the masters.

Unless they have a suicidal urge to feel the coldness of steel, and in our time, the searing heat of a high-velocity projectile, they will tend to their flock's will.

With that said, lets examine the force that controls the herd from within, the thing we impose upon ourselves. Religion, yes, religion! We are all witness to the unholy force in which a person can be ostracized in a small town, in this country! I am not even speaking of the horrifying things done in other small villages in the world, I am talking about right here, right now...

A holy universal fuck fest of morals is being imposed on everyone, to some degree. These things are done totally independent of any ANY governing body. Bush has never made a father beat his son for watching a horror flick. Cheney has never made any mother tell her child God is real and will fucking kill you! These are self imposed. Taught to us by religion.

It is a universal form of herd maintenance. The base parts,yelling, shaking, beating, slapping, confining and in extreme cases killing, are as old as the jungle and can never be altered. But, why they are imposed is the thing that we, the herd, do to ourselves. Why, how? How did we go from screeching at a monkey for playing with a baby lion, to telling a child, God will burn him for eternity if he doesn't accept and perpetuate the system that makes God capable of doing that.

I need to pause for a moment, letting you know I am speaking about all forms of religion that currently dumb down and rule our world, to name a few, Christianity, Judaism and Islam. All religions are countless variations of the previously mentioned entities that exist within our herd. They all formed by adapting themselves to local customs and beliefs, to more effectively control us.

The religions have successfully circumnavigated the globe, splitting and fracturing into millions of variations. In this piece I am going to reference and speak about the perpetuater's of Christianity, but please by all means, insert, whatever religion you want into the formula. Besides, I have observed as time passes they are becoming closer and more integrated, i think, one day, if unchecked, or if my attack is taken seriously, they will all combine, realizing they are the servants of the same thing, an imaginary system that only exists because of them.

Them, such a hard word, can be taken so many ways, I will try to be as specific as possible. They, them, come on many levels, but I will identify three; the religion starter, the religion perpetuator(yes i made that word up), and the religion servant.

We will begin with the religion starter, this is one who suddenly realizes, "Hey, I can orate to these people and I am a fair hand with a pen, so I think I will teach them something."
Usually these are men with no credit, so they quickly claim allegiance to some divine force or knowledge, OF THEIR OWN DESIGN. This is the essence of the religion starter, he creates he religion you will serve. Haha, what a grand fucking achievement. Well for some, but only time is the test for these men, most don't survive to see their religion become anything. But who knows in a thousand years David Koresh could be a prophet and Timothy a bomb laden angel of heaven.

Religion starters have been here for thousands of years, some crazy fucker dreamt up the Aztec religion and the Egyptian religion. The Oracles of Greece, The Prophets of the Jews, all of them, the same thing. Some were geniuses and strengthened their claim to divine knowledge by aligning the story with natural events, but really, after the first religion, whatever it may have been, the rest
is a xerox copy, with slight alterations in the ink. Serious. It is a formula. Now this leads me to the ones who I like to call, the religion perpetuator. Sounds, scary, like, The Perpetuator or something, in reality, when body counts are compared, the robot army's of The Terminator is nothing compared to religion's endless body counts.

The religion perpetuator is usually a man of some substance in a tribe or a community, or a man aspiring to have some substance. This man or woman comes from MANY motivations, but usually they all end with pride and greed. Their divine life begins with a divine experience, which consists of going to a church and realizing the sheer amount of social support he could receive if, he or she, started their own, church.

It also begins in childhood, innocently usually, like wanting to work for the tooth fairy, a kid chooses to work for God. Ministries born of this innocence are very rare, easy to see and harmless, except, they give a credence to the rest of the shit out their. The SHIT, latches to the books of the religion starter and prunes the pages constructing sermons upon sermons, that usually all end with, "give me money and fear God." The fear of God guarantees his or her position, the money also guarantees his or her position.

This piece is long enough and I will not go into the countless examples of why it is wrong to stand behind a podium and say these base things, God will hurt you, God says you should listen to me, God says you should pay me, God says you should not associate with anyone who violates the previous, God says you should raise your children to believe all these things I have taught you today.

Whatever religion it may be, this is what they are teaching you at the top, everything under it is like Bush kissing orphans, its a perversion of kindness, to make the beast beautiful. Oh I almost forgot the big one, God say this man is a man of God, vote for him, use his products or just give him money.

Now we are down to what I like to call, the religion servant. This is the one who carries the book and the label like it is a status symbol, because it is. The social support one can get from joining the local church is endless. You are talking loan approvals, sweet deals on services and of course kindly nods while in town and support for your endeavors. Also you don't have to think about your fate or anything related to thought, it is all nicely packaged for you.

What does security in life like this cost and how does this servant perpetuate this? Start by paying the religion perpetuator, honoring the religion starter, raising your children to honor the previous, treating others with disapproval who don't subscribe to your chosen system of "life control". This includes verbal, economic, physical and deadly force.

Now with my gross generalizations of "them" are out of the way, I would like to address the damaging affects this system has on society... really quick.

I see people of the Christian religion all over society, trying to help, with one condition, you have to come to Christ. I will help you, you only have to come to Christ. Take Christ in as your Lord and Saviour and I will give you this text book and meal.

The altruistic manner in which religion conducts itself is merely for image. MY evidence for this is the lack of compassion out there. If the entirety of American Christians truly wished to end poverty and hunger, it would happen. But as we all can see, nothing of the sort is taking place. Unless Christians think COPS and PRISONS are solutions to poverty.

There are many crimes occurring at this very moment throughout the globe and most of them can be laid squarely in religion's lap. In honor of Marilyn Manson, let us start with the Columbine boys. Bang, bang, bang.... screaming chaos, rage, blind rage, displayed in a massacre, why?

The very system I just taught you about, drove them totally fucking insane! How many religion perpetuators did these boys sit in front of while hearing what pieces of shit they were? How many religion servants yelled at them or took their skateboards? How many cops harassed them because of a call from a concerned religious servant? What was their crime? What is the crime of any who the servants and perpetuators oppress?

Not believing in God, wearing black, wearing their hair different, exploring other forms of thought, riding a skateboard, gay? Christian society is plagued with a sub-culture of youth too intelligent for the chosen system of control, the internet is the cause of this, and human evolution, it is fascinating to watch.

Sadly this will only activate the religions natural defense systems, fascism. They will use their mindless numbers to kill all those who oppose them. Just the other day, some old fogies sitting over snacks, staunch Christians, Bible college employees, The Perpetuators, while dribbling cracker crumbs over enormous paunch bellies, I hear them calling for the death of those imprisoned in America. Calling them trash. I mentioned the prisoners were trash bred and raised in communities that Christians claim to care for.


Of course the comment was lost on a blissful comfortable existence, free of question or serious thought. A life, mapped out in some book and verbally dictated from a stage, so a person never has to do anything but
enforce that which they are told........



with love and hope for an awakening...

p.s. To my little school shooter caliber friends.... please be at peace, you are not wretched or damned. You are correct, they are brainwashed, look at them and know they will never be more than servants of a book, it is you who is destined to become a HUMAN BEING.
You are all powerful and blessed, you are the future of this world, don't let their lies destroy you or your life, there is a much better way, patience please....

your beloved AntiChrist... Tejun

The most important thing I have ever written, The Three Great Sacrifices

the whole thing is in the church's blog, i am officially scared of the reaction, I am seriously terrified to hit post.......here goes nothing *hits post*


How far should I take this? What am I telling you? Why am I telling you? FuKK. (this is real, i am going to get murdered for this) So I am sitting with Jews discussing the future of Israel, the possibility of a dual citizenship with America and Israel. I would have to go to a school and learn Hebrew, then I would join the military and serve.
It would be a great opportunity to learn about the middle-east and I would be allowed to serve, because gay people aren't trash in Israel. I want Jewish people to know I would die to protect them and there is no better way to demonstrate that then joining their armed forces. You know, standing on that line, and saying, "I will not let you kill these people." Not so much for the land or nation of Israel, but for the people.
I want Jewish people to know I love them because what I ask of them, to some, is a horrid and great offense. My request is simply, "Please give up Jerusalem."
I have such a terrible dread for that city. When my eyes shut I can see the sacking of Jerusalem, the terror and horror, in today's age, not some distant past you have seen on television, but real, right now horror, the horror of a razed and conquered country.
For some reason I have been ingrained with an affection for Israel and the Jewish gay boys who live there. I do not want to see them murdered by an enraged Islamic invasion. Does anyone realize they are trapped there? Utterly surrounded by people, we have been pissing off for a good while now.
The six day war was an amazing thing, but sadly, no one but the Jews remember the day one of the bordering countries annihilated over a thousand Israeli soldiers in one afternoon. Holy Shit folks that is the equivalent of 10,000 of our soldiers, possibly more.
Everyday, every moment, this thing is building, never diffusing, not once since Israel's birth has peace found this planet! Yet we hold the holy city at all costs, implementing mind numbing measures to ensure the possession of the city. I say "we" because The Western Nations are all heavily invested in this enterprise.
I am sure there is some deep dark profitable reason for our presence and assistance, I won't dilute myself and say America is involved for any noble reason like actually helping Jews. It is like we are using them as guinea pigs to see if we can occupy and hold the middle-east. Intentionally causing a destabilizing presence in the continent, sapping the surrounding nations of their senses, weakening them all.
The people responsible for this are lost and I need not persuade them to release Jerusalem, only the act called The Three Great Sacrifices will soften their hearts enough to bring them from greed.
The people I write this plea to are the Jews and others who support the country based on it's theological basis, everyone, even Muslims. To all of you who claim to serve God, by either possessing the city of Jerusalem, or taking it, you have gravely defied him.
Neither of your Gods wish for you to worship graven images, or idols. I ask you then, what is Jerusalem made of? The very same substances your Gods have destroyed many times to prove his reality and the idol's fallacy. Yet, you murder for this Idol, you kill and maim, fight and die, sacrificing everything, for the world's largest Idol. If your God is real and he plans to return, I shake in dread for your crimes and the punishment he will see fit to lay on Christian, Muslim and Jew simply to possess an IDOL!
So here it is, my solution, The AntiChrist's solution to this major fucking problem. You are all waiting for the return of the Messiah, well look upon his eyes, and you will know he speaks his decree at this very moment, in an attempt to save your fucking lives!
The first great sacrifice: America will give up her beloved sanctity. The nation will give, give, abandon and vacate, one state, of equal land mass to Israel. You will do this, STOP THE QUESTIONS, and listen. You will give it up and hand it to The Jewish people, allowing for Israel and the Temple of God to be built in this state, and America will pay for the migration of the Jewish Nation.

The second great sacrifice: Israel, The Jewish people, will give up the nation of Israel in the middle-east and dissolve it, hand back Jerusalem. You will do this because you know God demands it. In your hearts you do. It is time to see this line of coincidences as the voice of God and his detest for Jerusalem. I did not say vacate! Just dissolve the nation and let whatever middle-eastern government take control of the land, renamed, what ever? It is just a city guys.

The third great sacrifice: Muslims, You will give up your rage, you will forgive the crimes of the Western World and lay down your arms. You will walk into Israel kissing and embracing every Jew and welcoming them to stay forever and care for them with the grace it took to give back the fertile crescent. Once complete you will allow the Jews to stay and be governed by their laws, you will govern your nation and people the way you see fit after those allowances are given.


These three great sacrifices in no way call for the Jews to leave Israel, or even give up their idea of a sovereign home. They can have both... but once all of this is complete, I imagine a vacant state, sacrificed in the name of peace, simply because once this is done, I can't imagine too many people who wouldn't want to reside in the now holiest city in the world, Jerusalem.

with love and a real hope for peace.... Tejun

The Gospel According to Gabriel


My name is Gabriel, the first Apostle to the AntiChrist. For some reason Tejun and I connected and we were best friends through our late teens and early twentie
s. At that time I never dreamed I would be writing down the gospel of The AntiChrist, but here I am dammit. I am not some follower, I don't see Tejun as anything but a guy, a human being. So should you, if anything survives in your skull from this moment on let it be this, Tejun is a human being. We can safely say he has taken this experience to the max and drug us along with him but he is still a man.
Let me restate, I am not a follower and I am not an Apostle. It is just a title given to add to an illusion. I accepted it because I understood the nature of this thing that has been created as an experiment and finally an example. You see he is only trying to make himself the AntiChrist to show you how religions are created. He wants you to see the processes in which your most sacred texts are formed and how they become worshiped. This is why I am writing about his life and mine, to help him show you.
He has never ordered me to do anything, despite what P of the AC(Passion of the AntiChrist) says. Everything I have done for him was put to me in the form of a request. Although he is in love with his own legend he is creating, it is like his master piece, Tejun is not a meglomaniac. He is someone who is trying to teach the world something, that is all. He has no desire to rule you or even to be remembered by you, but if you are to learn what he is teaching we decided you all would have to remember, Tejun.
Why am I trying to help teach you how your relgions were created? So you will stop serving them, so you will stop seeing yourself as some member of some righteous elite. Simply because you are not. The way I see it and hopefully the way you will soon see it, is that you are a slave, a slave to a book. I want to stop wars and oppression based soley on the ideas contained in a book. Humanity needs tools to combat this global mind enslavement called "religion" and my hope is The Gospel of the AntiChrist according to Gabriel will be one of those.

I met Tejun, The AntiChrist very recently, before this I knew Tejun the man. My account of his life will be called blasphemous by his followers, but to the ones who truly honor Tejun and what he attempted to show us, they will see the wisdom in the manner in which I have portrayed this complex man. His life came in phases. You see I knew him when he actually went to priests and ministers for answers, I knew him when he poured over the world's religious texts in search of wisdom and peace. Now as you all know, those texts became Tejun's bane, and the followers of those books are the ones who tried to kill him. Before his death, in what I call Tejun's golden age, I witnessed priests and ministers coming to Tejun for answers.

Tejun's auto-biography begins with his suicide attempt when he was a young man. I pratically lived right around the corner at the time most of this suicidal bullshit went down. Looking back on it I wish I could have done more as I watched my friend become a homosexual. One day he was entertaining all the girls at Hooter's and then on the ride home he drops the big one on me in a drunken confession. This changed our lives forever. He was always a thinker and a questioner, but out of denial, he never confronted this issue in his life. It was strange to see an upright human being become a victim so suddenly. Society and everyone he trusted said homosexuals were evil, other gay people and liberal people would explain to him it was all ok. Again he didn't trust gay people or liberals, and as much as he loved them, he couldn't believe them.
This lead him to the question, "Why? Why was it evil?" So then the AntiChrist began to grow right before my eyes. The crazy bastard began to attend differant services from various faiths. He would feign as a follower and infiltrate the internal workings of the churches with the ease of a well financed CIA agent. Not once did anyone suspect him as he prayed next to Muslims or walked the grounds of the Mormon Temple, once by simply lying really well he took communion at a Catholic Church. He ate and drank religion and faith in a sad search for validation. I witnessed his anguish grow with each day that passed, for every single one was another empty explanation for what he was. He slowly became convinced he was a wretch.
I probably didn't help things either, you see we were raised in the same red-neck of the woods, so it was hard to see him bringing over guys without shirts and pacifiers in their mouths, giving each other backrubs under the influence of E. Another contributing factor was that he had a wonderful skill of getting what ever dude he chose. The few times I gained the nerve to accompany him to a gay bar. I would watch him survey the crowd until he would find the one he wanted. Now I am not gay, but I can tell you that the ones he procurred for the evening were top notch pieces of ass. His whole life is like that though, he may have been on the street, had hard times, but seriously the guy gets what he wants, it just happens. Even if he doesn't want it to.
Since he was good at being gay he instantly fell in with the "gay identity", this meant he accepted his new label. Sadly this label, in this and many other countries comes with a lot of baggage. This prodded a beast inside of Tejun, that for better or worse, caused all of this you are reading about now. It is ironic how religion hates homosexaulity so much they dedicated space in their sacred books to accost it. But because of their demonization of this sexual act they literally created Tejun, the death of religions. He realized how simple the cure to his anguish was, take the phrase in those books and see them as a lie. It worked, and of course this opened the door to the biggest ephiany in his life, religious texts and those who serve them above humanity, are bullshit!
Revenge is something Tejun never takes part in. I have been witness to his willingness to forgive many times but I would be lying by ommision if I was to say revenge was never carried out in his name. No he didn't order burly thugs to exact his revenge, it was all done in a much more frightening way. You see, the universe exacted it's revenge on those who chose to transgress against the AntiChrist. I have seen a dance club siezed and closed down after he was removed and taunted for being gay. Another time someone who did not pay him wages, he risked his life to earn, was invovled in a horrible boating accident. The list goes on, not once has a violation ever gone unpunished. A violation meaning, upsetting Tejun, truly upsetting him. This is a very rare occurance, yea he gets upset, but never vengeful. The very few times The AntiChrist has ever been prodded enough that he looks upon a human with hate, that person is punished by, I honestly don't know. Religion was targeted in the same way, his anger was unchecked, and religion struck a mortal wound in herself by attacking this human.
Tejun as well as I were both aware of this and he often tried to think of ways to never become angry. He did not have the training of a Tibetin monk so he had some work to do but he kept at it. See that is the biggest misconception about Tejun is. people think he is evil, likes death, dark, gothic or emo. It is laughable because he is no such thing, people in weak attempts to understand him have labeled him as an attention craved brat having a tantrum. It was that and other views like those that allowed him to rise to the point he has. No one had a fucking clue who he was until it was way too late to stop him.

His peace was demonstrated to me many times, over and over, it wasn't an act, and the few times he snapped they were the exception to the rule and usually an intoxicant was involved. One of the last times I saw him he was drunk, huddled over his laptop he called, "The Spirit". He looked up laughing audibly and said while pecking away with lightening fingers that never slowed despite him talking and being drunk, "Yea I should not be writing right now but hey I thought no one was going to bother me for awhile so I was going to try it." I offered to leave by signaling towards the door, his fingers instantly stopped and he smiled shaking his head, "No stay." He hated to be alone and any company was always welcomed. Worry dominated his facial features, constantly stressed because of the death of his apostles, his friends, resulting from the unending assasination attempts.
I sat down next to him and glanced at the screen, always interested in what new thing he was writing. "How are you doing Tejun?"
"Um I am alive right now." He made motions with his hands, "Really, I feel everything, but, uh I dunno.... a blank, a fear, no a blank, an unknown, keeps me from the blissful every present moment." He started posting a myspace bulletin while speaking to me, "I spend time casting signals through existence, waves of thought and energy, I whisper to the world, Tejun Fowler, Tejun, AntiChrist.... look... listen... please..." His depression was apparent and a tear rolled down his cheek.
Slowly, containing sobs he said with a hopeless flop of his hand, "I represent something that can only be labeled as evil, yet I speak a message that can only be seen as love... a love no one will see... ever. Some authors are doomed to live lives where they are never heard and the dreams they chronicled are never realized." He pressed "post" and another revelation of The AntiChrist was posted to thousands of young people, "They were the lucky ones."
I tried to support him, "Your thoughts are real Tejun. Just as real as Abraham, Jacob, Mathew or John." I pointed to the television that was muted, another six soldiers had been blown to bits, "Islam's prophet has the same insight into the nature of Allah as you, or me, or anyone else out there." I put my hand on his shoulder, "That is what you have been teaching us all."
Tejun countered, "They are trying to kill me for defying the memory and message of the ancients."
Annouced angrily, "I spit in their face. With every word you write, every question you manifest and every ideal you challenge you honor the ancients."
He nodded in agreement and in an exasperated tone, "The ancients did the same thing I am doing. That is the only reason they are the ancients." Smirking, " I am simply contributing to the mass of questions and proposed answers that makeup the entire sum of our knowledge. Everything we know, everything we worship and everything we think about was handed to us by someone like me." He touched my shoulder, "And you Gabriel."
He looked at the computer and spoke as he wrote a revelation, "So tremble now, before the words and sentences of one who dictates the will of God. Know that in some distant future people will be stupid enough to kill over what I have written.... I am a super villian, I should be killed and burned this very moment because I continue to write with the knowledge that one day some asshole will be stupid enough to end my life over what I have written." Sighing, "Fools."
I reminded him, "It was our choice to take on these labels. We have always known the cost of attempting to teach the world this lesson."
"I know but now we are sandwiched in terms that everyone has been bred and drugged to fear. This makes me dead, invisible, my teachings are emasculated and I have to watch as cynical tyrannical murders lie and cheat humanity into total choas."
A look of dissapointment betrayed Tejun's thoughts, "I thought I could get them to look past the AntiChrist label but only a few have seen what is hiding behind that fucking name." He touched the area over his heart.
I stood and looked out of the slit in the drapes of his hotel room, which was more like a temporary safe house, I verified the two members of The Harem were still out front watching the door. They were a couple of strapping, well-trained, dangerous, young lads, beautiful by anyones standards but deadly. We had them park in a car across the lot as lookouts. The room was one of those tiny little things you would have an affair in with the smoke smell and everything. There was an adjoining door to The Apostle Guy's room, the room on the other side of his was mine. I turned around and asked, "Why do you have the door to Guy's closed?"
Tejun looked to the room and all of his anguish sluffed away and he smiled to himself, "He is sleeping."
Satisfied I nodded. We were in L.A. and it was hot, muggy, brown, the air had substance, almost chewable. Making a disgusted face, "Fucking carbon emissions are a bitch." I shook my head laughing , "I admit I have hope, real hope, the enviorment will get worse. Has anyone realized that when massive storms and ice shelf meltings shut down major metropolitin areas all over the world's coast lines that the CARBON output will instantly be fixed?"
The AntiChrist laughed and nodded, "Yea, do you think New Orleans had the same CARBON output the day after Katrina!?"
I laughed, "So yea the major cities will be destroyed and the planet will be able to fix itself. Everyone needs to settle down, we aren't going to destroy the planet."
He said in a whisper wavering a tad from the alcohol, "True, the evacuation of all the major coastal cities will create a huge starving, thirsty, refugee population numbering in the hundreds of millions and the resulting wars will destroy or fuckup the rest of civilizied humanity. It is going to suck pretty bad."
"Millions will die."
He nodded agreeing with a raised eyebrow, "Possibly billions." Tejun looked up to check my face for a reaction, he didn't want to scare me. Quickly he cast The AntiChrist's light onto the doom and gloom of things to come. He looked at the wall, but he looked beyond it, it was as if he was looking into a magic pool of water fortelling the future, "But we will survive in pockets." He looked at me again and smiled almost excited, "We will." He pointed at me, "Gabriel we are stronger than the religions who drove us to this. They will get their end-times but humanity won't die. Religion will." He looked off into that place, "After this travisty, humans will remember that religion leads to destruction."
I smiled and crossed my arms leaning on the brown paneling that covered the entire room, "So speaks the AntiChrist."
Tejun looked at me with out of the corner of his eyes and then dropped his gaze to the laptop and began to type as he whispered, "So speaks the fucking AntiChrist."
I thought for a minute and then asked without arrogance, for I knew he had an answer, "Exactly why is religion to blame?"
He said under his breath, "Creationist."
"Creationist?"
"Of course." He looked up from the computer completley shocked I didn't see the apparent connection.
"What? Stop looking at me like that, just fucking tell me." I mocked, "Creationist are a minority group that is laughed at. They are like fucking pilgrims, whacko's!"
I walked right into Tejun's trap, he dropped one of his infamous philosophy bombs on me, "Yet, all the fucking people out there who don't buy into the empirical data about the end of the world aren't mocked?" He raised his hands in a questioning motion, "Why aren't they Gabriel?" Shaking my head because I really didn't know. The AntiChrist whispered, "Out of respect for their belief."
Laughing I walked to the back of the room to check out the bathroom. As I suspected it was clear and absent of any assasins. Tejun stood and went to the door flinging it open. Standing in their like some photograph from an inner city expose he let the heat and the air-conditioning acost his withered frame. He looked out at the brown blurry image of the sun as it was eclipsed by a climbing 747.
The Hotel had an enclosed courtyard only one vehicle entrance and one exit. It was pratically vacant except for us and others who were good at minding their own buisness. He looked over to a girl who was standing at the telephone. She had some eighties spandex shorts on, they were black except for two neon verticle green stripes. A very tight cut-off shirt held her small but taunt boobs in perfect effigy of themselves. Tejun bit his lower lip then turned his head towards me opening his mouth to speak. I cut him off, "No I will not go ask her how much, you are going to have to do that yourself."
He laughed, "What?" Spreading his arms, "I was just going to." He stopped and turned, dissappointed shutting the door with a pop. Walking back to the bed and sitting down while yawning, "She was probably too pricy." Tejun laughed.
Shaking my head, "I seriously doubt that." I opened an icechest and began to riffle through it looking for something suitable to drink, "Ok, out of respect for their beliefs they have caused the end of the world. But how?" I rolled my eyes to the left thinking out of the box, "We patronized ourselves to death."
"Yes Gabriel, we patronized them in the spirit of letting everyone believe what they want." He shook his head sadly, "It is like humanity said, Alright we convinced everyone that the Bible's story of the beginning it total bullshit. So we will lay off when it comes to what is happening with the END."
It hit me, "So out of some guilt or respect we are going to let the religious destroy us."
He smiled, "Yes. It is the same reason people attack me for saying Armageddon is bullshit." They are always saying, he spoke in his best critic voice, "You don't know if Revelations is true or not. How can you be so sure." He laughed and answered his own invisible appraiser, "Well for one, my belief has the promise or hope that the world will not end horribly. True it may not be a reality like-" Making quotation marks with his fingers, "The Bible describes but you know what?" I just looked at him, "At least mine has a shred of hope for everybody!" He pointed to somewhere outside, "Not just the select few." Anger came up in him.
I sighed and wished to myself he could have been a sheep like everbody else. Just living in some fucking haze of ignorance with a splash of bliss. A fatal coctail that does not like to be shaken or stirred. Seriously how many other men could have been this character? Hard men, the ilk kings and senators come from, but no, here he is, hiding away in a hotel room. A boy man who never grew up and never stopped believing he could make a differance. Tears find their way from his body often all because he feels everything. Seriously everything. Walking over I put my hand on his shoulder and he looked up into my eyes, "Fuck the elite."
He picked up his laptop, "Yea, fuck em."

I will call this... The Update

I just started writing one day, it was 9/11, I know it is cliche' but really somehow that made me write my first poem. The verse was lost in the life that began once I started expressing myself but I still remember it's purpose. To prevent 9/11 from happening again.
Most of what I have written comes out in one sitting. Sometimes carefully, mostly carelessly, I type the words that you have come to know. My emotions and sometimes drugs affect this greatly. Usually headlines or the sermons of preachers are great catalyst for my habit.
As a writer I have learned something about other writers. For one we don't know everything, sometimes we don't know anything. We are just writing our thoughts, we can catch them and instantly share them with others, infact we can't help it, that is why we do it. It is like masturbation or sex, or eating, we have to do it.
Writers, especially myself, are not always the most educated or learned individuals. Sometimes I write out of pure ignorant emotion, spewing things that I will later regret on some level, but never totally. Never enough for a retraction, in any classical sense, because I think it was meant to be written or said.
The only thing that can be considered a constant in my life are my questions. You see I have no real stagnate postition. I donot believe "anything" and at the same time I believe everything. Let me provide an example.

I am sure I can be quoted as saying, "The end of the world is bullshit."
Now someone can see that sentance and they can be quoted as saying, "Tejun does not think the world is going to end."
Then they look at my life and they speak with great certainty, "Tejun thinks the end of the world is bullshit." Oh really? Look deeper, peel away the layers of the obvious. The apparent polish that will fade with time and you will see the tarnished Christian that is Tejun.
I am fighting revelations. With a bowed head I stand before God and I am saying, "Don't destroy us Lord." At night before the baphomet I look into Satan's eyes and I whisper, "Be calm Prince, forgive us." Then with a kiss to the cross I make the sign of a Christian across my chest and ask Jesus, "Mend your rift with Satan and save the sons and daughters of Adam.... please."
The spiritual is up to me, my diplomatic coversations with the key characters in the saga of the destruction of earth are as powerful as the pleas of Lot. They have heard me and they send angels, fallen and beloved, to whisper into my ear the secrets of the universe.
Teaching me, that I must teach you, the end of the world is "our" saga, not theirs. It is "our" problem and they can only pick up the pieces. To stop the destruction of the planet many things must happen in the minds of men, some of which were,

from an angel of God, "Stop serving God like a slave, bowing and exalting, only humans require such adoration."

from an angel of Lucifer, "Stop seeing yourself as damned and wretched, you need no healing or salvation, you are perfect."

from an angel of Christ, "Stop treating the planet as if it is some trial of suffering, it is Eden, you have only forgotten."

I am probably very difficult to read, I wander all over the map, all of the time. Sometimes I appear as a staunch atheist, then other times a devil worshiper, and periodically I look as if I could be a Christian. So define that. Try to find the label for me.
But really, I do believe in Revelations. Why else would I be fighting it so hard? I think the reasons for the end of the world are many, so my attacks and arguments are numerous and widely vary. Some of my pleas are written with a more spiritual flare to touch the spiritual human. Other times my views come across with an atheistic point of view, to speak to the more, empirical minded humans. All in an attempt to stop "the end of the world".

um so yea wrap your head around that for awhile, but remember most of what I write is to stop, The end of the World.

long live humanity...
Tejun

www.passionoftheantichrist.com
tejun@passionoftheantichrist.com
www.churchoftheantichrist.com

To Manson's Fans

Hey Guys and girls, if you are upset about the insane cost of tickets next to the stage, just mob all the wealthy pricks at the concert and haul all their prissy asses to the rear!!
haha, peacefully though...

Also I don't think Mister Manson sees many if any of these comments, we are all just talking amongst ourselves here, which is fine.
I like to see all the Bands and the people who want to be in a band posting adds in here. Do you really love Manson or do you love his fan base, i love both personally. Either way, always be innovative when it comes to promoting your art, but I would concentrate on practicing your music, ehh because the only thing myspace sells is personalities.
Why am I writing this? Because I want to talk to you, Manson's fans. Do you realize what you are? Do you understand the social significance of this thing called "Manson's fan base"? This is not just any fan base kids, it is not like he is some asshole with nothing to say. No this "musician" is of a differant breed than your run of the mill "Spice Girlz" or "Justin Timberlake" artist.
He is like the tangible sound, the voice of an untouched idea, a sensible idea that has been made to look like a demon with eyeshadow. His voice resonates through what will be eternity, he stands in utter defiance of the powers that rule us... he is Freedom, he is America.
Fuck Falwell, any country can breed a religious zealot biggot, but this country in time for the new millenium has given the world Marilyn Manson and killed Falwell to make way for his return. As the ancient way folds over from a heart attack and ceases to speak, we bring forth The Heretic to speak to the WORLD. What a beautiful fucking thing!
Then there is you, the one who backs his voice up, by standing with him, fists in the air, screaming to our overlords, "you donot have control"....
These events, masked as concerts will be remembered for what they are, the birthplace of a global though revolution!



with love brought to you by The Myspace Prophet
Tejun Fowler

The Gospel According to Gabriel


My name is Gabriel, the first Apostle to the AntiChrist. For some reason Tejun and I connected and we were best friends through our late teens and early twenties. At that time I never dreamed I would be writing down the gospel of The AntiChrist, but here I am dammit. I am not some follower, I don't see Tejun as anything but a guy, a human being. So should you, if anything survives in your skull from this moment on let it be this, Tejun is a human being. We can safely say he has taken this experience to the max and drug us along with him but he is still a man.
Let me restate, I am not a follower and I am not an Apostle. It is just a title given to add to an illusion. I accepted it because I understood the nature of this thing that has been created as an experiment and finally an example. You see he is only trying to make himself the AntiChrist to show you how religions are created. He wants you to see the processes in which your most sacred texts are formed and how they become worshiped. This is why I am writing about his life and mine, to help him show you.
He has never ordered me to do anything, despite what P of the AC(Passion of the AntiChrist) says. Everything I have done for him was put to me in the form of a request. Although he is in love with his own legend he is creating, it is like his master piece, Tejun is not a meglomaniac. He is someone who is trying to teach the world something, that is all. He has no desire to rule you or even to be remembered by you, but if you are to learn what he is teaching we decided you all would have to remember, Tejun.
Why am I trying to help teach you how your relgions were created? So you will stop serving them, so you will stop seeing yourself as some member of some righteous elite. Simply because you are not. The way I see it and hopefully the way you will soon see it, is that you are a slave, a slave to a book. I want to stop wars and oppression based soley on the ideas contained in a book. Humanity needs tools to combat this global mind enslavement called "religion" and my hope is The Gospel of the AntiChrist according to Gabriel will be one of those.

I met Tejun, The AntiChrist very recently, before this I knew Tejun the man. My account of his life will be called blasphemous by his followers, but to the ones who truly honor Tejun and what he attempted to show us, they will see the wisdom in the manner in which I have portrayed this complex man. His life came in phases. You see I knew him when he actually went to priests and ministers for answers, I knew him when he poured over the world's religious texts in search of wisdom and peace. Now as you all know, those texts became Tejun's bane, and the followers of those books are the ones who tried to kill him. Before his death, in what I call Tejun's golden age, I witnessed priests and ministers coming to Tejun for answers.

Tejun's auto-biography begins with his suicide attempt when he was a young man. I pratically lived right around the corner at the time most of this suicidal bullshit went down. Looking back on it I wish I could have done more as I watched my friend become a homosexual. One day he was entertaining all the girls at Hooter's and then on the ride home he drops the big one on me in a drunken confession. This changed our lives forever. He was always a thinker and a questioner, but out of denial, he never confronted this issue in his life. It was strange to see an upright human being become a victim so suddenly. Society and everyone he trusted said homosexuals were evil, other gay people and liberal people would explain to him it was all ok. Again he didn't trust gay people or liberals, and as much as he loved them, he couldn't believe them.
This lead him to the question, "Why? Why was it evil?" So then the AntiChrist began to grow right before my eyes. The crazy bastard began to attend differant services from various faiths. He would feign as a follower and infiltrate the internal workings of the churches with the ease of a well financed CIA agent. Not once did anyone suspect him as he prayed next to Muslims or walked the grounds of the Mormon Temple, once by simply lying really well he took communion at a Catholic Church. He ate and drank religion and faith in a sad search for validation. I witnessed his anguish grow with each day that passed, for every single one was another empty explanation for what he was. He slowly became convinced he was a wretch.
I probably didn't help things either, you see we were raised in the same red-neck of the woods, so it was hard to see him bringing over guys without shirts and pacifiers in their mouths, giving each other backrubs under the influence of E. Another contributing factor was that he had a wonderful skill of getting what ever dude he chose. The few times I gained the nerve to accompany him to a gay bar. I would watch him survey the crowd until he would find the one he wanted. Now I am not gay, but I can tell you that the ones he procurred for the evening were top notch pieces of ass. His whole life is like that though, he may have been on the street, had hard times, but seriously the guy gets what he wants, it just happens. Even if he doesn't want it to.
Since he was good at being gay he instantly fell in with the "gay identity", this meant he accepted his new label. Sadly this label, in this and many other countries comes with a lot of baggage. This prodded a beast inside of Tejun, that for better or worse, caused all of this you are reading about now. It is ironic how religion hates homosexaulity so much they dedicated space in their sacred books to accost it. But because of their demonization of this sexual act they literally created Tejun, the death of religions. He realized how simple the cure to his anguish was, take the phrase in those books and see them as a lie. It worked, and of course this opened the door to the biggest ephiany in his life, religious texts and those who serve them above humanity, are bullshit!
Revenge is something Tejun never takes part in. I have been witness to his willingness to forgive many times but I would be lying by ommision if I was to say revenge was never carried out in his name. No he didn't order burly thugs to exact his revenge, it was all done in a much more frightening way. You see, the universe exacted it's revenge on those who chose to transgress against the AntiChrist. I have seen a dance club siezed and closed down after he was removed and taunted for being gay. Another time someone who did not pay him wages, he risked his life to earn, was invovled in a horrible boating accident. The list goes on, not once has a violation ever gone unpunished. A violation meaning, upsetting Tejun, truly upsetting him. This is a very rare occurance, yea he gets upset, but never vengeful. The very few times The AntiChrist has ever been prodded enough that he looks upon a human with hate, that person is punished by, I honestly don't know.
Tejun as well as I were both aware of this and he often tried to think of ways to never become angry. He did not have the training of a Tibetin monk so he has some work to do but he kept at it. See that is the biggest misconception about Tejun, people think he is evil, likes death, dark, gothic or emo. It is laughable because he is no such thing, people in weak attempts to understand him have labeled him as an attention craved brat having a tantrum. It was that and other views like those that allowed him to rise to the point he has. No one had a fucking clue who he was until it was way too late to stop him.......

continued here..

His peace was demonstrated to me many times, over and over, it wasn't an act, and the few times he snapped they were the exception to the rule and usually an intoxicant was involved. One of the last times I saw him he was drunk, huddled over his laptop he called, "The Spirit". He looked up and laughed audibly and said while pecking away with lightening fingers that never slowed despite him talking and being drunk, "Yea I should not be writing right now but hey I thought no one is going to bother me for awhile so I was going to try it." I offered to leave by signaling towards the door, his fingers instantly stopped and he smiled shaking his head, "No stay." He hated to be alone and any company was always welcomed. Worry dominated his facial features, constantly stressed because of the death of his friends and the unending assasination attempts.
I sat down next to him and glanced at the screen, always interested in what new thing he was writing. "How are you doing Tejun?"
"Um I am alive right now." He made motions with his hands, "Really, I feel everything, but, uh I dunno.... a blank, a fear, no a blank, an unknown, keeps me from the blissful every present moment." He started posting a myspace bulletin while speaking to me, "I spend time casting signals through existence, waves of thought and energy, I whisper to the world, Tejun Fowler, Tejun, AntiChrist.... look... listen... please..." His depression was apparent and a tear rolled down his cheek.
Slowly, containing sobs he said with a hopeless flop of his hand, "I represent something that can only be labeled as evil, yet I speak a message that can only be seen as love... a love no one will see... ever. Some authors are doomed to live lives where they are never heard and the dreams they chronicled are never realized." He pressed "post" and another revelation of The AntiChrist was posted to thousands of young people, "They were the lucky ones."
I tried to support him, "I do see this world is nothing what we have been told... ever. This world is but a manifestation of our thoughts. Your fucking thoughts are real Tejun. Just as real as Abraham, Jacob, Mathew or John. Islam's prophet has the same insight into the nature of God and Allah as you, or me, or anyone else out there." I put my hand on his shoulder, "That is what you have been teaching us all."
Tejun countered, "They are trying to kill me for defying the memory and message of these ancients."
I annouced angrily, "I spit in their face. With every word you write, every question you manifest and every ideal you challenge you honor the ancients."
He nodded in agreement, "People don't realize the ancients did the same thing I am doing. That is the only reason they are the fucking ancients. I am simply contributing to the mass of questions and proposed answers that makeup the entire sum of our knowledge. Everything we know, everything we worship and everything we think about was handed to us by someone like me." He touched my shoulder, "And you Gabriel."
He looked at the computer and spoke as he wrote a revelation, "So tremble now, before the words and sentences of one who dictates the will of God. Know that in some distant future people will be stupid enough to kill over what I have written.... I am a super villian, I should be killed and burned this very moment because I continue to write with the knowledge that one day some asshole will be stupid enough to end a life over what I have written." Sighing, "Fools."
I reminded him, "It was our choice to take on these labels. We have always known the cost of attempting to teach the world this lesson."
"Now we are sandwiched in terms that everyone has been bred and drugged to fear. This makes me dead, invisible someone who watches as cynical tyrannical murders lie and cheat humanity into total choas."
A look of dissapointment betrayed Tejun's thoughts, "I don't know if I can get them to look past the AntiChrist label. Only a few have seen what is hiding here." He touched the area over his heart.
Standing and looking out of the slit in the drapes of his hotel room, which was more like a temporary safe house, I verified the two members of The Harem were still out front watching the door. They were a couple of strapping, well-trained, dangerous, young lads, beautiful by anyones standards but deadly. We had them park in a car across the lot as lookouts. The room was one of those tiny little things you would have an affair in with the smoke smell and everything. There was an adjoining door to The Apostle Guy's room, the room on the other side of his was mine. I turned around and asked, "Why do you have the door to Guy's closed?"
Tejun looked to the room and all of his anguish sluffed away and he smiled to himself, "He is sleeping."
Satisfied I nodded, We were in L.A. and it was hot, muggy, brown, the air had substance, almost chewable. Making a disgusted face, "I admit I have hope, the enviorment will get worse. Has anyone realized that when massive storms and ice shelf meltings shut down major metropolitin areas all over the world's coast lines that the CARBON output will instantly be fixed?"
The AntiChrist laughed and nodded, "Yea, do you think New Orleans had the same CARBON output the day after Katrina!?"
I laughed, "So yea the major cities will be destroyed and the planet will be able to fix itself. Everyone needs to settle down."
He said in a whisper wavering a tad from the alchol, "True the evacuation of all the major coastal cities will create a huge starving thirsty refugee population numbering in the hundreds of millions. The resulting wars and unrest will destroy or fuckup the rest of civilizied humanity."
"Millions will die."
He nodded agreeing, "Possibly billions." Tejun looked up to check my face for a reaction, he didn't want to scare me. Quickly he cast The AntiChrist's light onto the doom and gloom of things to come. He looked at the wall, but he looked beyond it, it was as if he was looking into a magic pool of water fortelling the future, "But we will survive in pockets." He looked at me again an smiled almost excited, "We will." He pointed at me, "Gabriel we are stronger than the religions who drove us to this. They will get their end-times but humanity won't die. Religion will." He looked off into that place, "After this travisty, humans will remember that religion leads to destruction."
I smiled and crossed my arms leaning on the brown paneling that covered the entire room, "So speaks the AntiChrist."
Tejun looked at me with out of the corner of his eyes and then dropped his gaze to the laptop and began to type as he whispered, "So speaks the AntiChrist."

I know I have been posting a lot of videos as of late. I have severly neglected my writing and I think it is time to remedy that.





I will call this one

Dearest Rev. FuckerAss

I address you as dear because you are dear to me. Your words and your attacks on homosexuals have haunted and enraged me for years and years. I remember watching you, fearing for my own life, terrified that at any moment the millions you lie to would suddenly riot and run down the streets to tar and feather all homosexuals.
I had nightmares where mobs hung boys from lamp posts and raged on our clubs with stick swinging thugs. Your lies and the lies of ones like you began to corrode on my well being. Bit by bit I was convinced by you that God hated me. I was also convinced by your popularity and power that my fellow Americans hated me.
This was all very good though. YOU and your efforts created me, The Faggot Prince, the very thing that will destroy the power you claim to have. You created the thing that will make all humans look upon you with a doubt, a real doubt.
YOU molded me into this rhetoric spewing master piece that will make all Americans see how you are a breeder of religious violence just like the very terrorists we bomb and shoot. IN the begining I hated God and I came at him. Then I hated the Church and her followers and I came at them.
Then your fat face adorned a television screen one morning and immediatly afterwards by coincidence the guant bitch face of Osama was displayed. You both had the same look in your lying ego maniacal eyes. It was this moment I realized what it was I had to do.

My dearest Falwell with the greatest love I come at you and ask you to set down your theological sword before you become something that I know deep down you do not wish to be.

REPENT Falwell.... your God demands it. REPENT NOW.

Tejun Fowler
The Faggot Prince

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WHO IS THE FAGGOT PRINCE?
The Author of a book and one of the craziest challengers of religious liars EVA!














WHY IS HE CALLED THE FAGGOT PRINCE?
When he was a homeless drug addict on the streets of Portland OR he was annointed with the title.






this is when i was a tweeker whore(no i don't advocate drug use)


WHAT DOES HE WANT TO DO?
Protect gay kids and usher them through the guantlet of religious lies and rebukes they will have to face growing up in America.

rebukes from mutha fucka's like this






WHY IS HE DOING THIS?
When he was young he almost died from the lies the religious spew about gay people. Convinced he was evil he tried to take his own life. Upon surviving the attempt he bitterly swore never to let this happen to him or any other gay kid ever.






HOW FAR IS HE GOING TO TAKE THIS?

UNTIL WE ARE FUCKING FREE! TO BE WITHOUT A SHRED OF WORRY THAT SOME FACIST CHRISTIAN GOVERNMENT WILL RISE UP AND OUTLAW OUR LIVES.


DOES HE WANNA HAVE SEX WITH YOU?
NO HE JUST WANTS YOUR SOULS BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU ALL DEARLY AND HE DOESN'T THINK YOU SHOULD HAVE TO DEAL WITH STUPID ASSED PEOPLE OPPRESSING YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE GAY AND THEY ARE ADDICTED TO A TWO THOUSAND YEAR OLD STORY!

WITH LOVE
Tejun Fowler
The Faggot Prince


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Call to the Christian

I tried to write a poem to Christians, one that says I don't want to harm them.
A poem that states my purpose is not hate, or even the possession of your tithing plate.

A poem to your children, one that destroys the fear you have instilled in them

Sometimes what I have to say to them is too important for this idle hymm
I don't even care if it ryhmes because folks, I am running out of a time...

I love you... I love you all, and as I am dying on this stage with each spoken word, know
that I am dying to save everyone even the Christian horde.

You don't have to be smart to see this world is cracking apart,
Israel in Lebonanon, the fear of a detonated nuclear bomb.

An enviormental disaster has been set in motion, still out of arrogance some of you won't believe it
until this very cafe is under the ocean.

So you may ask out of all of these problems, why do I prostelize about the homosexual?
well, because in America they are the last whipping boys of the religious intellectual.

State constitutions changed so the righteous religious bell can be banged. A useless demonstation
of a dying power in this nation? Or is it growing again? Blessed be because if this is the case,
this nation is nearing its end.

Is this nation going to go backwards? We began by defying a holy ordained king, then against the protests of
the religious we set the black man free, just recentley along with women we gave them the right to vote,
now suddenly civil rights ceases at religion's faggot mote.

State by state, court by court, you sign your name to hate's report, yes I said hates report, because your addiction
to this prejudice has nothing to do with spirit of the lord, it has to do with the power of the conservative horde.

You blame the world's situation on faggots, I am here to take that claim and bag it. Shove it into the heap of ancient lies
that give power to men with godly ties.

You want to convince Muslim boys to stop blowing themselves up for Allah, but you can't face the FACT, that a
homosexual can LOVE.

Have you ever heard of overpopulation, based on that alone it is a blessing we are not into copulation.

What is older, faggots? Or Jesus's Shoulder? You think the Bible is society's boulder, I am sorry but homo's will be around long after religion
is put into history's folder.

Your beliefs are just as damned and doomed, and like a withered branch you along with the exploding boys will soon be pruned.

I know you don't believe in evolution, well my friends if you must, call it a REVOLUTION.

Its happening, you cant stop it, you could kill me right now and I would make history, too many people have heard of my destiny.

I wrote a book and thats the hook, thats all it took to make your children look and say what is up?

Why is this guy holding a Bible, telling me I am liable for a crime that is tribal?



You can't stop me, because I won't until faggots are allowed to be! Truly set free from the Bibles Decree that we must be straight and breed.

With every oppressed breath, I know your god gives me this gift, to tell his followers, through poetic rift, that by god's will,
I am going to do something no other has done, only because, like it or not, I am God's son.

Tejun

You can find myspace profile at this link
http://www.myspace.com/passionoftheantichrist check it out and the blog...
peace to you all...

My letter to Aljazeera

This is a letter that addresses Iraqi people and also I would like to provide my opinion on the phrase.... where Blair says we have to transfer responsibility to someone

"who is the product of an Iraqi-elected government to go in and take the really tough measures sometimes that is necessary to sort some of these issues out".

I seems he is saying that the world wants someone else to blame for the all out, no holds barred, war that would inevitably take place when the US pulls out, because I know that if we leave a democratic government in the middle of a sea of religious fundamentalist and their terrified congregation the infant government will either have to fight or die.

I have always felt that we (The US) should have taken those measures ourselves, perhaps this would be over by now, or at least Iran would be out of the picture. We are accused of doing this incorrectly and foolishly. I am saying the accusers are correct, we are in this war with giant leashes attached to our warriors. Leashes made of diplomatic concern and public relation images. This inhibits the effectiveness of our fighting machine and draws this war out, but it spares many people the guilt of actually doing what needs to be done and winning this war by taking it to the steps of whichever palace or Mosque that stands in the way.

As an American I support this war because I think the power of many Islamic religious leaders is grossly archaic. They are allowed to commit all kinds of unspoken atrocities and have convinced too many of the middle-eastern people of their dominance. Our soldiers are there to show the people of the middle-east, no god protects these men and anyone can stand up to them even an infidel. It is a different time in humanitys journey and the unquestioned rule of the religious has to come to an end.

I admit some reverence for the thing that brought us from the Jungle is needed but I ask, "If you were on a journey would you worship the guide, even if the guide becomes lost?"

The middle-easts progress is halted because of the limiting views of the Islamic religion. As a race all humans need to ascend past beliefs that would have us kill each other and oppress others we deem as sinners or infidels. We need to collapse the line of hatred drawn between our religions and unify to save this planet and our children. If there is but one Middle-Eastern who can see the wisdom in this let him stand forth and shout it from a street corner.

Serving your God is always possible and no amount of freedom will prevent that. Iraq, I ask you to stand for your freedom for it to work, do it now, while our heavily armed centurions are there to help you. Draw out the bastards who would kill you for being free from Islam and let our soldiers do what they do best, protect the free. You are not free until, in your heart, you choose to be. Once that decision is made, no torture or death can take that from you, if you die, you die a free human.

An American who loves the oppressed

Tejun

P.s. Do what you want with this letter.

Constitution's Gay Amendment

On the issue of a Constitutional gay marriage amendment, for now, I am writing one letter to all the elected representatives of the United States. This is to save time for the fight I know is ahead of me when it comes to facing down this amendment. I will explain to you, why I am asking you to stamp out this disgusting symbol of oppression and ignorance masked as a constitutional amendment.

To address the issue of this being a societal concern and not a religious one, therefore slipping this religious born hate decree right past the separation of Church and State promised by the document this amendment will eviscerate. Homosexuals have never destroyed an empire. Usually it was the empires current religious devotion that usually got them in a tussle with some other portion of the worlds whacked out religious population.

A portion that we are currently at war with in Iraq. Do you see the irony in the fact that Osama Bin Laden can threaten America with sick religious fanatic fantasies about the destruction of the United States and we hate it, but on the same day twenty soldiers die from a religious IED an American stands in Washington DC at a podium attended by the highest members of the United States political machine and rebukes America with ominous religious threats? He does this to convince Americans to oppress homosexuals and whatever else is on his religious agenda.

But if we are going to lie to ourselves longer and deny that this amendment is a religious muscle flex to show Americans and the World who really controls this country then all I can say is this, Dont go backwards! Dont slip back towards the hole we are trying to pull the Middle-East out of! An oppressive religious society is not what America was founded on or intended to be. It seems to have been designed to prevent a religious coup, but there seems to be a chink in Freedoms armor.

Perhaps it is not a chink but a beautiful testimony to this Constitutions power. It is amazing to realize that since its inception we could have literally voted ourselves into religious slavery. One amendment at a time we could change the laws of the nation and create a theocracy under God. Here we are over two hundred years later and no single Church holds the reins of America, the people are free.

This is because America knows of the evils of religious rulers and laws ordained by God, a King is what we crawled from under, Nations ran by the Vatican, we sailed from, to here, where God could not punish us with the kings men and we built the United States. If you vote for this anti-gay law this path will only get darker and bloodier, and no I am not threatening America, I am foretelling of mine and my faggot brothers fate. As this vote approaches I sigh with tears in the back of my eyes and real fear in my heart....

My God you are voting on my life and my future as a citizen of the United States, please dont let the religious have their way with us, you are the only protection we really have..



Tejun Fowler

An American who has fought fires to save our forests tramped across Texas recovering the burnt pieces of our lost space shuttle. Danced through our cities, floated in our seas, and wrote to her people. Someone who loves men but loves lady freedom with all of his heart, dont take her from me.

A Boy
Current mood: sad

A Boy



I am going to impart a tragic story, One that belongs to a boy named Corey

Young and blond, full of life, nothing short of the perfection promised by a plastic surgeon's knife.

Six pack from hell an ass shaped like a bell, a mind full of dreams lost to the Bibles extremes.

He went to college in the East, Ivy league truly an American master piece.

As with some boys in school, he tested his preferance in the youthful experimenting pool.

He found what was always hidden by a Christian upbringing, a desire that makes angels

stop singing. Fopa and unmentionable, ignorable, and abominable, despite this his desire was real

and so Corey ate of the homosexual meal.

Miles away from mom and dad the Christians who brought up this fag...

Teaching him to hate himself with the fury of a God, teaching him to smite himself with an Iron Rod.

Guilt built and compounded, he couldn't face the moral code that had been pounded into his head

until all reason was dead.

The teachings of the Bible worked and this sinner began to come uncorked, afraid of discovery, shamed

into hell, by Christians urging his holy recovery. Tears and doubt, taught by a verse, I like to call

Leviticus's curse.

Spring break came and Corey returned home, to see he parents who were in the know.

When he arrived, he didn't recieve a hug, instead he was ushered into the living room with an angry tug.

There was his whole family, a priest and some friends all there to help this boy bring his gayness to an

end.

After about two hours he must have grew weary of the yelling and rebuking, the tears and the pleading,

the shame that his father said he brought to their name.

He stood to go to the restroom but instead went to his fathers room, rustled quickly through a drawer

and pulled out a nickle plated 44.

In tears he took labored steps to the backdoor as so not to make a mess on his mom's floor. He sat

on the family picnic table, opened his mouth and put the gun in, his friend came out the door in time to witness

this faggot's end.

Rejoice Christians, another faggot has fallen to the Levitcus curse... You have proven your god's worth

Your Bible is so powerful it can kill, the truths you teach us and worship are killing still...

Everytime you tell me the Bible is truth, I remember the proof,

A screaming mother and a weeping father, shaking an opened mouth limp boy who was never once been a bother.

I think of that bloody picnic table, like the damned alter of Abel, the shiny gun in the grass,

all because the Bible says you can't have another mans ass.

Tejun Fowler

Marilyn Manson, The Pleasures and the miracles of Tejun

Do you believe in miracles, those things that happen that convince everyone

of something? The proof that after death there might be more than nothing.

A healed mother with cancer, a crippled made into a dancer,

a turn of events that results in someone hurtling whatever and paying their rents.

Sometimes they are through prayer or delivered by angels floating so fair.

Television, shows me miracles heal but it all so shows me miracles kill.

Some consider the state of Israel a miracle, in my short time here, nothing,

and I mean NOTHING can compare to the body count resulting from that nations

formation, fuck its been that way since its foundation!

Im off track, let me get back, this poem is about my miracles, not some war over

the fertile cresent,

Let me tell you about my miracle most recent.

A rockstar, a real one, with some glitter and a guitar

Named The Lord,

now before you get bored know I am not making this up, this is the real stuff

He plays in Germany, a rocking little queer, if you ever watch his

perfect body make his guitar climb through the measures you will know why his band

is called The Pleasures.

Now back to me, real quickly, a poet, I think some of you know it, but did

you know I wrote a book? In August the world will be shook, because like my poems

it also is a Biblical Heist simply called Passion of the AntiChrist.

Who do you think was screaming in my ear as I wrote this 260 page note for a religion's ransom? It wasn't The Lord, it was Marilyn Manson.

My little novellette was ushered in by the worlds most hated prophet.

For saying this I fear his fist, but personally and honestly I have always considered him my John the Baptist.

That is a miracle in itself, but since none of you are convinced of my current worth, this miracle currently has no girth. But it is part of another miracle, reflecting of the times when there were oracles.

Let's go back to the The Lord, the only reason I was seen, is becasue of verse I call Tejun 3:16

For God so loved the world he gave his only begotten son some glitter and a guitar so that whenever he playeth the world would know his name was The Lord.

It goes without mention that I got The Lord's attention, now I don't know his intentions but we have conversed for about year, intermitantingly but without fear.

Now I wrote him a letter letting him know I was doing better, and then suddenly I was compelled to close it with this revelation thus spelled...

When you meet Mr. Manson, tell him I prophesized your meeting.

Do I even have to tell you that The Lord met him in three days . ***Laugh***

None of you see what is happening, why? Do you need me to fly?

Do you want men with beards, robes and sandels, then maybe possibly you could get a handle on the fact,

the principles are here, walking amongst you, these aren't acts.

We have taken your language, your music and your bodies and made them ours.

I don't know if we are Gods and Angels or Satan and Demons, but whatever we may be right now we are human

and we are here to teach you something.

So listen and stop thinking you know whats up, because my friends the time is at hand, its just not the time you were taught about thought about or planned...

Tejun

TALES OF A FISHERMAN

A little history first,
a poem born to fill curiosity’s thirst.
I have not always been a fishermen,
At twenty-eight years old I have been many men.
First and foremost I am a cowboy
A rope and a pony were my first toys.
Horses and cows were a daily part
Amongst other aspects of the cowboy art.
Wandering in mountains with wise old men,
Trailing a herd, getting snowed in, this was my youth, my roots. Standing atop mountains with my horse watching sunsets was par for the course.
By fifteen I had been bucked off, stomped and kicked, had my leg crushed in the town of Madras.
I chased a Buffalo on horseback, at a dead run like a Plains Indian, and before the day was over, I did it again! Whooo!


When I was eighteen I had a career shift,
Instead of a cow herder I became a cow murderer.
Killing and bleeding, Killing and gutting, killing and slicing, killing and cutting, killing and sometimes crying.
Covered in my old friend’s red mist, I shackled their twitching legs to a hydraulic lift.
Don’t judge this blood soaked monkey, Every dead cow went to fill your tummys.(pause and look) (pat tummy)

Then one day in tears I left my knives on the floor
and began my career as a corporate whore.
I moved to the city and donned a tie and slacks, shoved into a cube like chickens in a laying rack.
My life went from saying Haa yup, and Hey Cow… to…
How may I help you sir? How would you like to pay for that?
Needless to say I grew quite nauseous, unable to figure out how to be ok with this process, I longed for open spaces and honest faces.
In a cubical maze the only thing I found were ass-kissing, ladder climbing rats and soulless punks with supervisor hats.
I thought I was doing the right thing, but all I was doing was dying, like a wild shark in a water park, I climbed to the top of a parking garage and longed to jump into the concrete mirage.
Needless to say that wouldn’t have been profitable, so the corporation locked me up in a mental hospital.


After a time I was charged a fee and they finally set me free, I descended right past the office buildings onto the street and I began to sell myself like piece of meat.
Then came the drugs, ecstasy, meth, heroin and coke, slowly compounding until my blood was replaced with dope. Marauding around weighing 128 pounds, treacherous as a pirate and higher than any test pilot, I became something I have been ever since… those on the street bestowed me the title of Faggot Prince.

Don’t be sad, I am not, this was a turning point, a necessary evil, allowing for a poet and author to emerge from this walking devil.
Amidst my frantic highs I started writing about the signs… words became my toys and joys, I was pretty damn good with a pen and a paper, so I left my career as a drug-dealing stripper.

With new purpose, walking from the streets I made it to the beach and alas floating on the water I found sanity within reach.
Each day I gladly leave you all here, without the slightest bit of longing or fear.
Instead of drugs, the ocean and the sun give me my inspirations, and when I come back I write it down into neat little presentations.
Fishing for money and writing for fun, submitting to publishers and reading between crabbing runs, this Faggot Fisherman Prince is becoming something that the world has never seen, and my friends this right here is only beginning.


THE HERETIC

That was the introduction, a historical dissertation about my life’s phases and my strife’s faces,
This poem here is being held so my purpose can be unveiled.
I want you to listen, I want your attention, I am casting a spell and my friends it origins, may just be hell.
But that is just fear speaking, because the words I am doomed to create come with a heavy weight.
My words are sin, at least definable by today’s righteous men, with Christ’s love on their sleeve, buying bumper stickers and bracelets designed to show everyone they believe, a prideful testimony to a membership for the deceived, neat little masks plastered all over their Muslim killing SUVs.

As I sit here and speak and instruct you on the Bibles leaks, I will have to face the rebukes of the weak, as I warned my words are sin and again I will say they may offend.
I won’t ask anyone to leave, but those who serve the Bible and look to convince others of its truth you may find me irreverent and uncouth,
But those who are still wondering and asking might see me in a different light tonight
When you hear me speaking and your biblically trained soul starts freaking remind thyself to judge not, these could be the very words your soul has always sought.

Before we continue I must tell you of the Fowler Versus, four times in the Old Testament it warns of The Fowler’s curses, really the Bible says trap, but for the sake of rhyming I had to put that crap. What does this have to do with this rhythmic word shower? Well to put it simply folks my name is Tejun Fowler.
I don’t know if you know it, but you are listening to a biblically prophesized poet.
If you need the numbers go to psalms 91:3, and 124:7 two written warnings straight from heaven. If those aren’t convincing enough words perhaps you can flip your bible to Proverbs, chapter 6 verse 5. At least Hosea 5:8 should let you know you have taken the fowler’s bait.
Don’t hate me, I didn’t create this shit, I was born into it. I write these poems in one sitting, like I am doing an angel’s bidding, pages of text for the heretically vexed, empowering the sinner and wretched to overcome the Bibles Text.
All of this is amazing really, and my friends to doubt what is happening would be quite silly. There are soooo many signs right here in your face. Here in this place, I am standing before the human race spouting a testimony that will be called phony, but look into your hearts and stop listening to those biblically enslaved brain-farts. As my voice comes across in this monotone hum, know I only speak of physical and spiritual freedom.

THE END TIMES

I have never understood the theology behind the end times, the fact some of you worship this prophecy of doom, is the reason it is coming so soon.
What are you doing? You don’t think we can succeed, how can you believe God would carry out such a deed.
I mean really? God will create a race and then vanquish them without a trace? Watch them flail around for a few thousand years and then like some sick conductor he tells us we will all die and suffer.
So from that day forward our race begins to decline, because who cares it will all end in time, I don’t need to love my brother, because in the end we are just going to kill one another!
Tonight I am going to make a bold statement, you don’t have to buy this lie, you don’t have to buy this lie.
If you are saying, I am a Christian, then I say your religion has nothing to do with compassion. You worship our failure, our extinction, you worship God’s inability to create something with stability.
NO wonder you think everything is damned and evil, you worship a prophecy written by the devil.

Like psychophant scribes you thumb and prune your worshiped words, convinced it is the reason you get everything you deserve.
You strive to keep a heretic like me ineffectual and you keep your boot on the neck of the homosexuals.
Calm down, this is not a blanket accusation, this is an informed observation of a society on the verge of destruction.
Not every Christian can be accused of these sins against man, and to demonize Christians isn’t my plan, I just want you to see the harm contained in this prophecy.
Did Jesus want you to worship this text, this seems like an addition causing Christ’s message to he hexed. A major contradiction in terms, the loving shepherd extinguishing us like germs.
I am asking you to let your Biblically trained mind bend and do what Jesus would do and stop Armageddon.


Tejun

The AntiChrist Children's story continued...

if you want to catch up you can find the begining of this story of this story somewhere in the previous journal or blog entries. Also be sure to check myspace.com/passionoftheantichrist

Jesus said in a bitter tone to the AntiChrist, "If what AntiChrist? What exactly are you going to do."
The AntiChrist was breathing heavily, he was nervous, his chest and stomach tensed with fear. Before Jesus agreed to let the war in heaven happen this winged creature could have never fathomed defying Christ but now he was up to his pointed ears in defiance. Regaining his composure with a flutter of his wings the AntiChrist glared and said, "I will tell them the truth about us."
Jesus cocked his head to the side, "Tell whom?"
The AntiChrist grinned, "Humans, demons, angels, everybody."
Jesus approached quickly and grabbed him by the arms shaking him, "Don't be a fool. You can never reveal that without my permission."
The AntiChrist screamed, "If you allow this war to proceed then I will reveal all."
"You rebellious little bastard." Jesus hissed.
The AntiChrist replied, "I am not rebelling I am stopping a war."
Jesus sighed, "How can you even think you are acting contrary to my will? Do you really think that if you tell everyone I didn't fully intend for them to know it?"
"You haven't let me tell anyone yet." The AntiChrist replied.
"Have you ever asked?" Jesus looked at his AntiChrist with dissappointment.
Casting a shamed look to the ground, "Why did you hide yourself in me." The AntiChrist touched his pentacle tattoo and curled one of his divine black wings into view. "Why did you make me like this? Why didn't you just escape from this prison of believers that surround you and reveal yourself to the world?"
Christ looked at his little black angel and said, "I did. Hence your existence."
The AntiChrist beat his wings once in anger with a woof that moved Christ's hair, "Why must it be like this? Why must I have to convince them I am you? Why the bullshit mystery and puzzles? Just stand forth and say unto all of existence I am God."
Jesus smiled, "You know I don't want to be a God. No one worships me, really."
"What about the orb of believers that imprisons you here with their undying service to what they think you are?"
Jesus looked around himself and smiled, "I don't control you AntiChrist, why would I control them?"
He bowed his head, "To keep from being acting like a God you sit here and send me to do your bidding."
Jesus nodded, "Now you understand your purpose my little Satanic Saint." The Christ faltered and a tear formed in the corner of his eye. He turned back to the scene that was playing out before him. Monsters of likeness that could never contain any shred of compassion or mercy marched in mass formation. "There is only one way to stop this."
The AntiChrist stepped to the side of Christ, "I will do whatever it takes."
Christ reached down and held the hand of his winged tattooed fairy, "You must convince humans not to worship us."
No question was needed for the AntiChrist to clarify what Jesus had just asked. He was a spirit existing in the place all humans longed to be part of. A place where all human-beings come from but a place they were never meant to return to. The history of the creation of humans was comical in a grand cosmic sense. Imagine an etheral world that created a material realm that could be inhabited by material creatures. All experiences and possibilities would be at this new creations finger tips. Yes it was named human, or that is what they call themselves. Then somehow, no one is sure when, humans suspected their origins. Some were even allowed to tap in for advice, council, help and insight.
But the old human saying about the grass is greener on the the other side of the fence held true. Humans began to worship the spirit, they began to hate the earth, their physical works and eventually themselves. The whole experiment is becoming dangerous for humans, simply because they will not accept who and what they are. Almost everything that makes earth worth living on humans pray for salvation from. Now the planet is inhabited by a physical creature that longs for nothing more than to be what it isn't. This vexed Jesus and Satan alike. Then the religions began.
Religions exploded across the face of the planet like a virus. Entire tribes tapped into unseen forces and conveyed their undying loyalty to uncountable spirits. Some spirits ignored this, others tried to stop this but some reveled in this new concept of worship. Through unauthorized alterations of the material realm very powerful spirits convinced humans that they were the supreme form of existence. Soon humans lost all self-worth and any hope of finding their purpose. Now literally thousands of years later, after the source awoke, became a man and adorned the title of Christ. Humans are on the verge of total self-destruction......... Ooops.
Christ went to earth and slapped the prideful spirits away from the minds of humans. In his attempt to free humanity from the spirit world and the fake Gods who grew fat from human service Jesus made a terrible mistake. He himself bacame a God to be worshiped. Now he was commisioning his AntiChrist, his AntiGod to slap himself down from the minds of men.
Jesus said with irratation, "You have to do this AntiChrist. I am so weary of humans thinking they can serve me. I find it loathsome humans waste their existence trying to please me." He looked pleadingly, "I created them, the fact, they live and breathe is all that I desire."
The AntiChrist set his hand on Christ's shoulder and squeezed it, "I won't fail you. Humanity will learn of themselves through me. Through you."
Christ responded, "No, it will be through you."
"How will this stop the war?"
"The spirits learned to judge from humans. Humans learned to judge from religion. End Religion in the minds of men and the minds of the spirits will be at peace."
"We invested so much in making them. If humans only knew how much we value their existence."
Jesus kissed the AntiChrist's hand, "They will."

To be continued.....