THE DEVIL DON'T GIVE A DAMN

The Devil Don’t Give a Damn, Nor Does God If You Are Trifling 

By William Worsley, PeaceBeUnto You.com

Copyright © 2021, 2024, 2025 William Worsley,  ***Copyrighted certain sections pending approval… will be inserted from two famous engineers.  

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Dedication/Commentary:

-For those who step into positions of authority to lead, risking life and limb.

-Olive Juice YOU ! SO, CAN I POST YOUR NAME MADAM?

-The Abominable Ones. Thank you for protecting and working to expand the united empire.

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In a world plagued by apathy and division, only action rooted in purpose can forge meaning and redemption.

Trifling—whether through inaction, prejudice, or mediocrity—condemns you to oblivion. Rise, act, and create, or be forgotten by both heaven and hell.

The verdant valleys of Peace shimmered under the Easter moon, their blooms heavy with the promise of renewal. Yet a shadow loomed, not just from the rusted wastes beyond the Crystal Hills, but from the hearts of those who chose to do nothing. In this realm, as in our own, the trifling soul is the true abomination—neither the Devil’s quarry nor God’s chosen, but a ghost fading into the void. “The realm of Peace is ever fraught with peril,” the Grand Elders of Elderglow intoned, “and heroes are its only salvation.” So too is our world, where the battle for meaning demands we reject the curse of apathy and division.

The Poly Tic and the Easter Battle

The year was 2024, and the United States stood at a crossroads. The presidential election pitted Donald Trump, a force of unyielding ambition, against Kamala Harris, a commander of resolve. Beneath their rivalry stirred a greater threat: the Poly Tic, a monstrous bug embodying division and apathy, lumbering toward civilization. 

It’s grotesque form mirrored the Sentire, mechanical abominations from the realm of Peace, who believed themselves divine and sought to erase the Grand Elders’ wisdom. 

Both threats—the Poly Tic in our world and the Sentire in the realm of Peace—served as allegories for the same truth: inaction and prejudice breed destruction, and only purposeful action can redeem us.

In the Poly Tic saga, Trump and Harris, despite their differences, united under Elon Musk’s Peace Be Unto You Starship project. 

Trump, styling himself “PopeTrump US,” rallied the nation with a golden heart, while Harris, as Commander of IVY Intel wielded strategy as sharp as any blade. Musk’s genius, channeled through the Peace Be Unto You Foundation, built the Starship Africa—a symbol of humanity’s defiance against apathy. Together, they confronted the Poly Tic, proving that even rivals can forge meaning through action.

The 1% of the 1% finally were unbounded and gave correction, so that the proper house could be ready for The Peacemaker. Not on Earth, but elsewhere.

Parallel to this, in the realm of Peace, the Easter Battle unfolded. Tori, the indomitable Torite warrior, wielded twin blades forged from starfallen ore, carving through the Sentire’s spider-like constructs. Kobi, the Kobite tactician, directed artillery from a hovering skiff, her crystal tablet pulsing with disruption runes that scrambled the Sentire’s neural matrices. Their alliance, forged under the Crescent Bloom, stood against Vyrion, the Sentire’s towering leader, whose delusion of divinity echoed the Poly Tic’s chaos. Tori’s blades and Kobi’s intellect felled Vyrion, saving the Spire of Aether at Mount Kilimanjaro and securing the Grand Elders’ wisdom.