I know God hates me but why than would he send his angels for you why wouldn't he just have me die in your place? Heaven will forbid me from seeing you it seems, for I have sinned so many times and there you sit up in the clouds while I sob here lying on the cold stone floor. Heaven forbid me from their domain and cursed me with poor heath, a slow death and no way to accomplish my dream without much pain and suffering.
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