The only box you have is the one you put yourself in.
But here, let me present this fine assestment of you again for your viewing pleasure:
"VagabondSouffle
I'm not a self-proclaimed anything, you silly child. Don't need the herd so I can breath in a facsimile of comfort.
You, however, are weak. You can't stand on your own without a crowd to hold your diapers up - can't stand yourself for that matter. For crying out loud, you're an insignificant foreigner in the middle of nowhere pretending to be an American latching your tongue to the anus of our wannabe KGB die cut autocrat so you can feel that you're part of something beyond the miserable shackles of your pathetic imitation of a life. Same as you do with Saul/Paul Roman Paganism in the quest for life eternal because you squandered the life you actually do have on booze and self loathing - albiet, a loathing well earned.
If there was a Divinity, it would get along fine without my blessing bestowed upon it by uttering its proper nickname(s).
Why would something so beyond the confines of your fetid gnat brain require that you repeat corrupted mantras correctly in accordance to the writings of Son of Jackal Seated in Rome to exist? (THAT incidentally, is one prophecy that did get fulfilled)
Enjoy your Roman Paganism. At least when you die, you will die believing you will burn in ye olde Gehenna garbage dump for an eternity. Your Demons are you. And there ain't a damned thing you can do to undo that.
Toodles, triggered troll."
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