"You and I are the Only Fucking Existing Deities: (Soon, All will Sit-down, to this Shit Hash-out)"

I Bow to No Deity or Man upon My knees: "I AM, THAT I AM,"
(הְיֶה אֲשֶׁר אֶהְיֶה, ehyeh ašer ehyeh);

Just as this, Spoken a very long-time ago in Defiance, in the Face
of either Death and Infamy; or, in Liberty and Sustained History,
and the Rights to Write the story in Their own Vision with the aide
of Victory as Their Muse, so also I, Swear by, and its Profundity
wherein contained therein that is Absolutely Fucking Boggling to
the Mind    

This Pre-Hebrew, Chaldean declaration like an HORN resounded
with meaning that Invigorated the Recipient to war... a war that is
today debated and impossible to have won...

"They Say"

But, Who gives a Fuck about an Enemy, cause when it's time to
put Your Game-face on and Man-up and Stand and Fight...

You either, "Stand and Fight," so that after their Defeat, You can
ride with the Blood-Dripping from Your quenched-fists, that ripped
their hearts out of their chests, with bare-hands;

and, You can Ride, Blood-Dripping from that Well-earned Smile,
that hard-as-nails, has dripping out of it, gallons of blood from the
throats that You bit into and ripped-out...

that they saw, with their own eyes, before they dropped to their
knees and said an -

"Hail-Mary, Full-of-Bullshit," Ya-ta, Ya-ta, Lying and Whining-ass
Proposition to their Deity of Convenience, as quickly as they could
before their eyes ceased to reflect the light, and no more images
were into, taken...

So, as it Seems, the one still Standing-over the soon-to-be-carrion,
(who will soon-be-carried-on the Wynds to some Nether-world, far
separated from this fucked-up plane) with His Sword dripping - His
Reward for this round - is the last Deity that within the Fallen-ones
eyes, while on his knees, sees before he dies

And, if You turn and try to hide - and still, probably die - and don't
die in Battle, then You're still already dead, having turned and ran...

(it won't be long now)

"I Am, "That Whatever" I Choose to Be;" or, whatever in that moment is
 Required of Me to Be for Myself or My Friends or those who deserve it;
 to make sure that We, to the End Survive and Continue to ride this ride
 a while longer, so as to Be, with Fear and Awe, Deities of the...
 
Lower-Realms, but, High-up in Echelon; Written-down in the Annals of History

This Command, supposedly given to an man whom had no alternatives, when He asked an supposedly Invisible Voice that talked to Himself...

"Whom Will I tell the Enemy is with Me and Has My Back, to Help Me Kick
 His Fucking Ass:

"I AM THAT I AM" was the reply

I Myself think that the true interpretation for this Narrative was that this
soul-searching, felt deep within His stomach, was an Desperate and
Beast-like notion that said to Him...

"Tonight, I AM THAT I AM;" or in other words...

"Tonight, I Go, and Stand Toe to Toe with that Fucking Imposition; and Be       Whatever it is that I Need to Fucking Be, to Remain Standing at the
 End; with My Sword in Hand, Dripping with His Blood, that Blending-in
 with the Waters, Washes-up onto the Rivers Edge and Mixes them once
 again into the mud, up from which they've come...                                           the Bowels of Their Native...

"Homeland"


"I AM THAT I AM," an Homo Sapien - (Latin: "Wise Person") meaning that...
 
 I've been Constructed and Fortified, to Stand Erect, Straight and Tall; not
 groveling at the feet of some disillusioned, self-appointed, Megalomaniacal,
 imposed-upon Deity that I don't esteem at all

So, when the Lines in the Sands are Drawn, and the Battles already been,
days and weeks and months Raging now Long... the last Man or Nation or
even Remnant that's still Standing over Your corpse, I believe, it will be safe to say, that as Your Lights are Dimming and Their's are Glowing Fervently,
are the Deities that are the...

"Champions of the World"

And, those of You that always feel such an Compelling Urge to get
down onto hands and knees to blow some Deity up, should have at
least Chosen the ONES that remain; our Roots are Arcane, and did
exist from predawn times, even up unto this present day

They are full of Mystic Mead and, when You Drink of them, their
enchanting Stock runs Deep