The diary of Jesus :Sunday

The diary of Jesus :Sunday

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Ok I'm not a big old person who is all about God but in R.s we r learning about it so here we go DEAR DIARY ITS JESUS here ,I know right my hair is tots amazballs it Sunday today I just entered jury's elm it was so cool it was like I was the light of the world that was a savour oh wait IAM !!!! Wait stop diary u gotta listen to this gossip apparently judas you know the monkey man who likes money right he is apparently gonna betray me I know right it's like wowwwwwww all of what I done foru thanks a lot judas no what is betrayal who da thought .if it weren't thought the vision I just had I'd be screwed !!kk diary soz balls I got to go John just set his hair on fire bb luv ya wow that sounded better in my head !!!!!! jesus
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He advanced, leering at her. ‘Some people call me a murderer,’ he suddenly whispered, more to himself. ‘Some call me an experimenter. Others, the Blood Prince. The Surgeon. The Judger of Sins. The Practitioner of Death. The Bringer of Hell. The Nightmare of England. The Shadow of Cuba. The Warlock of Tibet. The Necromancer of France. The Crazy and Loony Guy.’ He shook his head at that last one. ‘But they appeared to me in my sleep. In my dreams, they told me what to do. They told me why, and how, and how great an honour it would be. I am the Messenger of God, the Hand of Satan himself. Jesus would hide at me. There is no Hell worse than me. There are no nightmares. This is reality. I am reality. I am Death. Now, let your sins be judged. ’ He held his hands open, his scalpel in one hand, his eyes closed, and stopped. They snapped open. His lips curled. He made his way towards her again. ‘God has sentenced you to Satan. I shall make the passageway there for you.’ WARNING: Very Messy Business. Do Not Read if you do not have the Stomach For This.

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