Brethren, Sisterin, and still Cogitatumens,

As we congregate today, this day of momentous reckoning, let us not be ensnared by the deceptive allure of mere grace, a mirage that blinds and misleads.

Hide, yes, cower, but do not yield to the ominous shadow of divine retribution that hovers above. In our pursuit of "peace," "civility," and "inclusivity," let us not be deaf to the resounding, soul-stirring echoes of the prophets. Their words were not hollow rhetoric, akin to the plaintive cries of infants that haunt our dreams and our civic duties. Our exhortations are more than mere words!

We are the heralds, the vociferous clarions of truth, warning of the dire consequences of sin. To miss the mark is not just a failure; it is a catastrophic deviation from the path of righteousness.

_pachewwwwwww, arrow hands_

We bask not in any mundane light, nor do we cling to mercy. Instead, we face the stark, unyielding truths of judgment. Only those deemed worthy may find redemption, _scoffs,_ the so-called "worthy."

_laugh_

_shakes head_

Indeed, none of us, mere mortals that we are, deserve such grace. True grace is beyond our petty notions, beyond our thoughts, emotions, and trifling offerings. Yet, in His boundless compassion, the Lord extends His love even to the most malevolent among us. But do we, even the seemingly righteous, truly merit such grace?

Unlikely...

Yet, He persists, maintains His grace for us, without any conceivable obligation. We are blessed beyond measure, for there is no scale to weigh our inherent wickedness.

We are graced by God, Amen.

_scoffs_ The so-called necessity of forgiveness in this fallen world is but an illusion. Our earthly journey is marred by sin and transgression. The path to redemption is arduous, requiring a forgiveness we can never earn.

With every deed, every breath, we must be acutely aware of the weight of our sins and the vastness of His grace required to free us from ourselves.

The Divine Presence... _sighs_... if only we could stand before it unflinching. But our state is deplorable, lower than even the serpent who envies not our legs.

Our iniquities, brazenly displayed before others, ourselves, and God, are a testament to our straying from the path of righteousness.

The desperate, primal cries from within us, lost in the abyss of time, remind us of our transient, insignificant place in the universe. Time is a delusion, a false sense of place and position. We are not summoned to passive surrender but called by God to an active yielding.

We are, in stark terms, bound to God, inescapably tied to His will, like an unwilling bride in a shotgun wedding. Acceptance is our only recourse, lest our existential family gatherings turn sour.

Fellow countryfolx and gentlegams...

Our existence, seemingly passive, is in fact pressing and immediate. The looming threat of divine retribution ought to drive us unceasingly away from sin. Oh, how far we have fallen...

Those with half-hearted, bleeding, forlorn, forsaken, broken, or downtrodden hearts are all intoxicated by their own toxic self-indulgence.

Remember, oxygen, the very breath of life, is a hallucinogen. Life itself intoxicates. Shall we surrender to this high, or shall we strive to maintain our dignity amidst this struggle?

The urgency now bellows from the abyss across time. We are not called to mere existence but to "become," to surpass even our own self-perceptions, whilst remaining penitent and relentless in our journey. We must continuously turn away from sin, never allowing a single transgression to mar our record.

Half-hearted, half-baked, lukewarm devotions find no foothold in this New World. Our commitment must be total, unyielding, and unwavering in the face of life's relentless trials and tribulations.

Thus, we march forward, brethren, sisterin, and cogitatumens, in this relentless pursuit of righteousness and divine favor. Amen.

In Sincerity and Style,
His Gracious Highness,
The Sovereign of Subculture,
Guardian of Authenticity,
King of the Hipsters