YOUR SOUL BELONGS TO ME, FREEMASON
· Her name was Pandora, and on Lodge Nights her daddy would get home as horny as Satan inside a witches coven.
· The Liberator, will be, The Luciferian Illuminati, who will be born, the son of a King
I nodded as the heat from my tears fell onto my lap. I looked down and finished, “And I never saw you again, until last week when I walked into my class, and looked into your eyes, and recognized your soul.”
The Anti‐Christ, for the mere basic fact, he isn’t Christ.
I looked out onto the horizon of a road without end and a sea of cars. I had no other choice... I had to stop time.
“I turned to the local authorities for guidance, and in response, they belittled me and humiliated me while I stood in the middle of the public street, directly in front of my home.”
“You have to come home. Margret is dying.”
I still feel guilty, because Anna lost her head and her blood stained my hands; the same hands I washed when I sent Jesus Christ to his cross. Even in this life, I cannot repeat Anna's words without choking on them.
Wait. It gets better: His sport coat hung two cuffs length too long and his shoes were two sizes too big. If that was not bad enough, none of it matched which altogether was a fashion cluster‐fuck of the very worst kind. As he got closer to the entrance, I realized he was wearing Michael’s clothes.