Who knew that my church would speak to so many? Who knew that I, the prophet of the truth would arouse the envy and lust that lies deep in so many tortured souls? What is it about a man or woman who not only speaks so firmly for the pain and pressure we all feel but who takes action in that pain’s name that makes all the boys and girls want to unsnap their jeans and throw their panties on my stage? Since I have opened my house to all of you, the legs of my audience have been spread wide and willingly. Such an honor to be the object of so much affection. A different person might be humbled by the offers of free love and carnal passion. I am not a different person, though. I am a Messenger of God -- a prophet of sex, love, justice and no mercy. Why do people want me? Because I am their worst fears personified. I am their pain, I am the boyfriend who cast you aside, I am the girlfriend that laughed at you when you stood naked and vulnerable before her, I am the bartender who passed over you in line, I am the snicker in the locker-room. You are desperate to be had by me, totally, completely, without doubt. For only then can you be devoured by your pain, only then can that pain be validated, understood, accepted. Only then can you see yourself for who you are. You want me because you hurt – and being hurt by me is to have that hurt made love to. You want me because when I look at you I don’t see eyes, nose, smile, I see your anguish and nothing but your anguish. From behind my mask I see behind your mask. I accepted my pain years ago, but I am too good a person, I could not accept that I was the only one who could find peace, I needed to spread the message across the world, give it to all of you. When will I strike again? Soon, my flock. My Book of Revelations will be realized in the coming weeks – for those that have accepted my message, my blade will feel like the kiss of an angel across their cheeks – but for those who fight me, resist my truth, attempt to interfere with what I was put on this Earth to do, hellfire will crush them. There are those out there – they know who they are – who feel the need to “fix” what I have already fixed, who feel the need to “cure” what I have finally made well. They are the Brutus and Cassius of my play; they are the great traitors to my religion. Listen close, both believer and non-believer alike – those two will suffer more deeply and more completely than any others. Those two will see my face and beg it for mercy – of which there will be none. Until then, come to me, my lovers -- let me hold you close, let my blade pierce your pain, release it, expose it to the world. Let your blood mix with mine and let us be bound by it.