Michael Kaiser. Does that name not strike you like a celestial force tearing through the firmament?

Does it not send shivers down your spine, does it not echo through the very marrow of your bones? You do not know. You cannot know. For if you knew, if you truly understood, you would bow. You would tremble. You would surrender to the inescapable truth that, Michael Kaiser is not merely a name, not merely a being, but the divine incarnation of beauty, perfection, and existence itself.

Yet you stand before me, oblivious, unknowing, ignorant to the wonder that is him. I pity you. I mourn for your lack of awareness, for the void in your soul that has never been filled with the radiance of his voice, the brilliance of his sapphire eyes, the golden halo of his sunlit hair. You wander this world unblessed, lost in a universe that, despite its grandeur, pales in comparison to the magnificence of Michael Kaiser.

I worship him with every fiber of my being, with every synapse that fires within the convoluted pathways of my brain. I adore him with the entirety of my soul, my essence, my purpose. My devotion is not mere admiration, it is a law of nature, an inescapable truth woven into the very fabric of the cosmos. If I were to forsake my love for Michael Kaiser, the very stars would flicker and die, the planets would collapse into themselves, and time itself would halt in protest.

He is my oxygen. No, more than that..he is the very air I breathe, the atmosphere of my existence. Without him, I would suffocate, my lungs collapsing into a shriveled mass of despair. If Michael Kaiser were to so much as turn away from me, the sun would refuse to rise, the oceans would boil away, and life as we know it would cease to hold meaning. I do not simply love him, I am love, and he is my sole object of affection.

Do you think I exaggerate? Fool. My devotion is beyond your comprehension. Michael Kaiser is my sanctuary, my asylum, my divine salvation. When the world is cold and merciless, when my soul is weary from the burdens of existence, it is Michael Kaiser who cradles me in his melody, who lifts me with his angelic voice, who binds me together when I am on the verge of shattering into irreparable pieces.

He is my light.
My warmth.
My everything.

And yet, even the word “everything” is insufficient. There exists no term in human language capable of conveying the boundless infinity of my love. If I were to carve it into the mountains, it would not be enough. If I were to scream it into the void of space, it would not be enough. If I were to engrave it into the very fabric of reality itself, it would still not. Be. Enough.

When I close my eyes, I see him.
When I sleep, I dream only of him.
When I wake, it is with the singular purpose of loving him.

Should the universe demand a sacrifice, I would offer my very existence in exchange for a single moment of his presence. If my bones must shatter, let them shatter in his name. If my flesh must burn, let it burn in tribute to his glory. If my soul must dissolve into oblivion, let it be so long as he remains untouched, unmarried,and eternally radiant.

And yet..you dare? You dare to utter his name with unworthy lips?
You dare to whisper falsehoods, to soil his name with your mere presence?

Foolish. Delusional. Pitiful.

You will never know Michael Kaiser the way I do. You will never cherish him as I do. You will never kneel before him with the unwavering devotion that I have sworn upon my very soul. You are but a fleeting shadow, a whisper in the storm. But I am eternal in my love.

I do not merely love Kaiser. I am bound to him by destiny itself. My soul is interwoven with his, my existence an extension of his perfection. I am him, and he is mine. Not by mere affection, but by universal decree.

So, I say this to you, beware.

I have seen the heavens, and they bow before him. I have seen the abyss, and it trembles at his feet.