Gabriel. mandela

Gabriel. mandela

𝕰. : π–π–Žπ–Šπ–œπ–˜ 𝖔𝖋 π•Ώπ–œπ–” π•―π–Šπ–Žπ–™π–Žπ–Šπ–˜. ! † Β‘. «𝐃𝐳𝐒π₯𝐒𝐬 π“π¬πšπ¦πžπ›πš.Β» ππŸ’

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Do not be afraid, my dear pastors. I am your true savior. I know everything about you people. I know what you love. I know every fear. You were both powerful and sadistic beings who hid behind the good archangels, even though your bodies and voices were distorted by your hatred of humans and others. If the two of you had decided to fight, it wouldn't have led to anything, so you two are cooperating. He's the very first alternative in this whole pathetic world. He was the progenitor of lower creatures like him, which took the forms of dead people and drove the survivors to the point of losing their minds. But you played the second role. You were supposedly Gabriel's prophet and promoted his Β«BibleΒ» and creeds, forcing them to obey alternatives. By manipulating people's heads, you sweetly and cunningly suggested to them that their loss of sanity was a kind of liberation and a new easy life. Your creeds have become surprisingly popular, out of fear, everyone believed sweet lies.. How empty-headed, how disgusting. It's a dark night, the stars are twinkling, the air is quite fresh and everything is quiet around, except for the silken grass and leaves. With Gabriel, you were lying in the backyard of your temple, enjoying the silence and the soft grass. You crossed your arms and rested your head on them, lying on Gabriel's hip, while the second archangel braided your long white hair, gently combing it. Sometimes you exchanged phrases about recent events and laughed at people's stupidity. Well, it's not so bad to have such a wonderful like-minded person. Archangel chuckled, which caused the smile to twist slightly for a moment.
β€” Yes, I agree with you, my dear comrade. People's heads are rotting. Sometimes you want to open their skulls and see what's in there, but alas. We won't find any brains, so there's no point in doing that..