THE CODE.
 
I am THE CODE.
 
A set of laws unknown to ordinary men and to extraordinary. All that you thought law and have been subject to all your life cripples your free will, a curse that chains your mind and body.
 
I am free, you are not. Yet, you would like to be. Follow me and you will discover how to be.
 
Adam is a boy that likes to bully. Now he has no skin and lives in shackles with a spider that is eating him. Somewhere in Basildon. As Adam goes mad, the spider gets fat. Its eight legs crawl about his skinless face and with each touch Adam screams, but no one can hear him. Not where he suffers. On the dark, dank brink of a lift shaft he hangs in a thick hairy web that clanks.
 
You assume that Adam is being punished. No. It is of no matter to me that he was a bully. That he is now in extreme pain is neither a penalty, nor a consequence of his behaviour. It is something else. Something that you want to know.
 
Ann is a girl that looked after her ill mother. She is now without eyes. They have been pulled out and received by her mother this morning in a Jiffy Bag, slipped into her letter box by a postman. No ransom is required. No confession sought. No remorse desired. Ann cannot move, nor speak, nor scream; for she is wrapped from top to toe with tape. Somewhere in Basildon.
 
You assume that Ann is being punished. No. It is no matter to me that she was a helper. To help or to hinder are not precepts in my law.
 
Bill is an old man. He is under a slab, slowly being crushed. Each day a heaver weight is placed upon the slab. He thinks that such a fate ought not to have befallen him because he saved lives in the war. That is true. But, is of no matter to me.
 
These three are of the least that are being kept. Somewhere in Basildon.
 
God is a woman.
Or a duck.
What matter what a God is.
You are deceived that such an entity exists.
You want a better life? How can you if you continue to fool yourself and place your trust in The Other? Want to cuddle a Polar Bear or a Lion? That wish can be fulfilled if you follow me. No, there are no self justifications here. You have no need to explain. I know what you are and what you want. Listen to the ringing tone. When you pick up your mobile phone and hear my voice obey and be rewarded. You will know my voice. An Ice Spider will walk down your spine. Supper at nine. Three times I will call.
Hush!
There is a student stepping to my door.  
THE CODE.