The DAY I Almost Destroyed Chicago??

I was in terrible pain.  They were drugging me,  keeping me sleepless for days...  homeless,  by design.   Some Mob related guy pressed Mary Ann into leaving town for the weekend to hang out with their dog, get away, smoke weed...  then treated her like shit once she was there.   Left me out in the cold,  after the drugs made me too crazy for even M's tremendous patience.  Before that I had tried to just take anything they were throwing at me, telling myself that the unreal attack against me had to end sooner or later and then I would get my revenge.

I was talking to the bugs outright then,  they must have used something they could aim at me, because they were picking me up on the streets...   sounds so strange to write this a few years later, as if I am describing a madman.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone else on this earth has been through this?   I suppose not...  Anyways,   As I walked toward the lake front, quiet pissed at the world,  I described the war in heaven that I was fighting even as  my flesh walks this earth,  how much I had lost freeing mankind from the grip of the Fallen Angel...   I was so pissed....  I sat down by the lake, took a piece of  broken glass,  and carved bloody crosses on my feet, chest, hands,  my sides... then burned my chest with a cigarette....  telling the spies I was going to destroy the city.   Alarms began going off... shrill, screaming...  as if a tornado was coming.   Grant Park,  usually packed on a summer day, emptied of people as the long haired Christ screamed on the lakeshore...

Then I stood up and screamed into the sky,  That Is Acting, Mother Fuckers...      It is not in my make up to destroy a city over the actions of a few of their leaders...  now, had I ran into the people who were causing my pain that day,  I would surely have killed them with my bare hands.

I do not take lightly the powers of God.   Using them is alarming...  My  powers seem so .. destructive.

Am  I here to destroy all I have loved?   To leave this earth in cinders, so I can harvest the souls?   The planet will die anyways, I suppose, sooner or later.  

How  can I even  care about what is going to happen before the fire?