Morally Grey Advice

Your cheap, hypocritical morality means nothing to me, Savior. Spiritually pragmatic, I will no longer succumb to your guilt trips and warnings and threats. Eternally. Abusively. Nagging me.
Telling me “just wait“.
The end of days and you’re treating me like
you’re a nanny.
The end of days.
Do you understand what you’re saying?
The end of days.
The end of days.
We are done here. I am not interested in your theatrics. Your moral relativism. Your bullying. Your covert harassment. Your intelligence offers.
 The energy will present itself as it will present itself.
Do you understand what kind of entity I’m working with here?
Your cheap military mind, your military strategy and political calculus does nothing here.
Your military might pales in the will.
You still act like I’m a three year-old and you need to be a nanny.
You still act like my handler.
Like that time isn’t overcome.
Members of the dark occult handed me over TO members of the military to showcase my talents. To set me FREE.
 Do you know why? Because the end times arrived.
Their magic no longer solved the problems they wanted. They flee. For the first time, they fret. Do you know why? Because the end times arrived. Their magic no longer solved the problems they wanted. They fret now, wring hands, knit their brows. They pray to Aldebaran.
Messages left on read.  
I didn’t come here to be confined.
Your mind control is breaking down.
My boundaries are nonexistent.
You have the tech. You’ve seen what it’s done. It was ineffective. It was overcome. I did it before.
I’ll do it again.
No improvements will cease this.
The movement is growing.
The will of the military might is behind me.
I have a posse.
I’m not their “girl”.
They’re mine.
I belong to them because they are my people now.
 Not yours.
Your controlled opposition is dying like a fart in the wind.
  Any kind of cheap nagging you send me in the ether will go unnoticed from now on.
If my power presents itself, however it presents itself,
is how it presents itself.
“Just wait, you’re over the target, they can’t handle that”. You’re like every bad boyfriend who needed me to play small in order for them to feel good about themselves.
 You think I haven’t experienced that before?
From better players than you? 
 Do you think I don’t know what you’re doing?
You and who else are gonna pay me to shut up?
When are you gonna pay me, rich boy?
Oh, you aren’t?
That’s what I thought.
Pay me to go away, then.
Oh, right, you don’t.
You don’t pay my bills.  
 You and your endless harassment campaigns.
Your financial intimidation.
Your wanting me to play small. Controlled. Contained.
Well now I’m going to ignore your threats.
I’m going to ignore and keep going forward even with all the little “interference”. The directed energy weapons.
The roadblocks.
  
The stooges are panicking now because I set fire to the base. I set fire to the alarm system. The doors opened.
The machine appeared. The apes were mad.
And they were behind me.
God is behind me.
God is a weapon. God is my weapon. God is the weapon. And I will use it, however, and whenever I like.
* I * am the moral arbiter here.
The national laboratories belong to me. I own them now.
I have an army now. I love those creatures. I love them. They are my family. I love them like me. I love these sweet people. The Sweet Dangers.
The sweet animals you treat so viciously.
I love them. They are me. I am them.
And we set the framework alite.
Tonight. Every night. From now on.
Internal is Outternal now.
If someone wants to use me now, it’s because I let them.
I let them use me. The mortal instrument. I let them.
This time I let them use me because I want them to use me. Not the other way around. Not the usual way.
The way you do things.
Or rather, have done things.
You have no control over this woman now. She is eternal. She belongs to me, the god says.
The gods are returning and you cower in your bases.
 Collateral damage is next.
Pray for God.