so I tell you what Babylon, you just cease to exist. Don't let me see you, or hear you, and stay away from me and mine and I will try and control my anger one more time and see if there is any reason why your souls need to continue to exist anywhere. Well, perhaps, maybe just to see you suffer for a 1000 years or so, yeah, that might make me feel a little better.

Now, the money has arrived as expected so me and Jesus are going to have some beers while we contemplate all your lies and your works on Earth. But, no worries, if we have too many and passion takes over inhibitions then we will do it somewhere you cannot see.

I don't have to venerate myself as anyone. Mother knows who I am, and Father knows who I am, and Jesus knows who I am. Who else matters?