This is a (kiss-n-tell-tale) like no other, because its snarling drawn back puckered lips covered in blood, speaks quite elegantly of a Never-Ending-Story.

An ongoing narrative that concerns the missing time-line of our own history, a cherished past that’s been callously ripped up and torn to shreds: which means that we are all living the lie, but none of us even know it.

This heinous crime against mankind was committed by a mysterious terrorist group, that the tCouncil from our distant future; have simply called (the Others), and that’s simply because in all of known time; no one has ever come forward and claimed responsibility for totally disgracing God’s most holy master plan for humanity, ..

Here we are, .. (Masters of the Universe), .. and also at the very start, that eventually saw God’s perfect master-plan left in tatters in one hellish place, but right inside another sacred dimension: the graceful heavenly undertaking mapped out for humanity was hopelessly lost.

In the opening unguarded void, the human-race independently evolved and grew strong on the unsanctioned planet.

Resulting in the (Children of God) knowing their true place in the universe, a place where the superior aliens forged a profitable path out into the ever expanding trading cosmos, but this wasn’t written in the stars: this Utopia wasn’t part of the holy edict that God had envisaged for mankind, this version of hell would ultimately end in tears.

The holy monk of God and their many monkley screams of despair is clearly heard, but who is screaming? You, .. in observing it! – Or  is it going on all around you? – Are you mad? – Or is it all madness!

God’s holy Plan ‘B’ has been activated, .. which she’s officially described as her ultimate solution to (the Other) mess.

Unfortunately, it also has the undesirable side-effect of triggering the total biological destruction of all life on Earth, but this mental pause has halted it: because [ you ] my dear reader, are the consummate consumer that eventually triggers it.

Everything has a beginning, even God had her own creation story, but this unholy origin tale was found buried in the back end of a lower slurry bed filing cabinet, physically located under the bogs designation drive.

Its dubious location can not be legally challenged either, because the holy index system used on the first forbidden tome doesn’t lie, the encryption employed on the encrusted bowel tumblers physically can’t: its bound.

After fully digesting the first explosive scroll, it becomes apparent why this report was buried as it was, the compact story that’s been laid out bare here; loosely describes how our corrupted time-line really got passed, parasitic worms and all.