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martyrbled.
❛ I know it is fine! But you are not only a friend, but someone whom I admire, worship. I want to vocalize my affections in such a way! How else will others see all that I hold for you when I speak of you? It is a habit I do not wish to break, Your Essence. ❜ With sudden movement they lift themselves so that they sit themselves upon one of the arms of a gilded throne ; hands rising to place themselves onto cheeks, hunching forth to press their brow against the other’s own as grin spread wide over roseate tiers. ❛ Te amo! ❜
Their laughter is melodic and calming, translucent fingers brushed against their opposite’s cheeks. ❛ So affectionate, I cannot help but find myself undeserving. ❜ Yet, the accepted this wholly, embracing the love the Saint gave them, their worship and admiration, it was undeserved but kept close to their heart. ❛ Te amo también! ❜ & They laughed, lips brandishing a smile while fingers delicately pinched at the skin of their cheeks. ❛ Oh, but I cannot help but find myself believing that I will not be the only to hear such words. Mayhap I see a puppy in your future?~ ❜
>Sneezes and bites my tongue
strifebringer replied to your post:
what. no you get 3 day old mcnuggets
might want to put me back on the shelf then! but i’ll take those before I go B^)
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“I’m gonna punch God in the face.”

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// backflips in front of u "hey" *picks up* "youre mine now"
at least promise to feed me a life time supply of delicious foods B^/
WHY DID YOU BETRAY ME GOD?
moon–curser said:@ God “why”
moon–curser said:GOD IS THAT YOU
[drake voice] I can see it in your eyes, you’re angry.
And I am here!
He had always sought himself to be one of those religious man as he claimed to be. Like his brothers Clarence and Victor whose souls would definitely be cleaner than his own and heart as pure as children ; or so he’d always thought. Clarence in particular are the more religious amongst the three and had he frequently reminded Julius to always pray and be thankful to the Lord. He did – but after the years went on, he fell into the clutches of what the world had offered him { with both goods and bads } and he fell void of what the afterlife would offer him then. He believed in what God had promised for life later on, yet there was a bigger part of him that had stopped believing – along with all the cruelty had displayed and lain before his eyes and by his hand; he wondered if God was ever there to believe. But he frequented the church ; although not in prayers; he asked to himself mostly, { and not God } whether would he be truly forgiven and if he could come back to his faith, be cleansed once more.
He doubted it all ; by this point and what had he done, he was far from being forgiven. What is there to ask more from the Lord. Had he stayed silent as thoughts were played in his mind soon to be broken with the query of heaven or hell “Wouldn’t that be a too intimate question for one that I’d only meet in mere minutes ago? I pardon myself as I could not – perhaps that is something just between me and God although, I might as well believe that there is no such bad or good ending to me – “ Might as well be thrown into the void.
Humanity was imperfect and as they should be! Perfection was something that could not be attained, and some would argue that it would be even harder with individuality. Upon their birth they were given the ability to think and act for themselves, good and evil, the list went on. Yet with these imperfections and the nature of the universe, with all the good came all the evil and Julius had fallen into the latter. The male’s words brought forth a nod. “Intimate yes and for that I apologize,” White had never left the mortal man, not even with a blink and for a second those eyes of theirs glowed. ( A hint of their divine nature! A sign! )
“As you said it is between you and I however, and it is why I asked you, Julius.” His name was said freely as they have always known it. “You manipulate others and twist words around, you murder and you rape, you aid another in their cruel acts with nary a complaint. Thus your good ending was robbed by your own hand.” The gentleness of their tone was replaced with harshness, speaking his actions aloud so that he may hear them as if he had forgotten crimes. A hand had reached forward to grip onto the other’s own with a firm hold.
“Julius Abraham Taylor, you are going to Hell.”
❛ Not believe me? ❜ Shock had been brief upon their visage, lips parting before pressing back into a smile, for they knew this was but harmless taunting & jest. To understand such nature, they were surely still learning! Everything here was new to them, so familiar yet foreign as any other planet, as any other person or entity —- the hymns they have long since memorized still felt foreign on their tongue. Leaning their head into gentle caress, they let a sliver of laughter betray them, ❛ That it does. You are a very close friend to me, Your Essence. ❜ Worship came from respect, admiration, love —- understanding.
“Not in the slightest!” Laughter soon followed yet the being continued in their gentle touches. “You are a close friend to me as well and it is why I shall say this, it is fine to simply call me God.~” Your Essence, The Lord, such titles given to them! They were content with their name and their name alone, even from their children. ( They knew the habit would not break so easily however, and thus it was never voiced to humanity. ) “It is my name after all!~” The only one worth remembering.

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too late
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wHAT DO U EVEN WANT SKATHI
it is a mystery.mp3
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8I
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heavensson replied to your post:
fuck u skathi
could if u wanted B^)
>spots spike on the dash
>watches skathi chuckle

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Indeed he was one of those people who frequently visit the church during his free time; in night and day would he sat facing the altar ; and even more times where he did nothing than just stared in said silence. He would usually sit on one of those empty benches, minds be emptied and as well as his heart; as if him just sitting there would make himself once more cleansed from the sins he’d done. It was his first time although, visiting the church on one Sunday morning where a person finally broke into his silence and spoke to him. As if they knew what his heart had spouted over the years had he sinned and came back visiting the holy place. A small smile, Julius turned to look at the other before having his gaze once more set front to where the holy statue would be placed upon. “You got me wrong, my good sir. I do not pray. My brother once taught me how — I might’ve forgotten how to pray with all these sins I’m drowned in.” Again he turned, now acknowledging said other’s presence. “Is it wrong for me to sit here? Am I disturbing { you } and your prayers?”
“I see, it is no good to forget even with the sins you have committed.” Again, their words are said in passing as though they were never truly directed him. Prayer was a beautiful act, that humans had taught them so long ago. The being would not condemn another for not praying however, it was an act that required the individual and no one else. “It is fine if you sit here and no you are not disturbing me or my prayers!” Their prayers were a constant in this world, it could not be stopped by a mortal man ( or any being ). A moment of silence washed over them then, the being content with merely thinking rather than speaking for a time. They had come to this man, this Julius Abraham Taylor, a murderer, a rapist, in the guise of a church-goer. He was their child, and it was the duty of the parent to guide and when they finished their gaze would turn to his friend next.
“Tell me if you do not mind, where is it do you think you will go when you come to pass?” A harmless question! A loaded question! One that would bring about their true words in accordance to this man.
“Heaven or Hell?”
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“I have met many whom pray day and night seeking some sort of comfort for their troubles, and understanding for their sins,” White gazed back at the male, their seemingly unprovoked words directed at him and him alone. “I have met many who see no point in it, and that is understandable I believe. People are hard to please, no?” A jest, harmless, but far more telling than he would ever realize. “How often do you pray?” Their words were said slowly, “That is if you do so in the first place!” Oh they knew! They knew this man and his life but still they asked ; eager to hear his own voice in response. He adored the Lord! Yet, he sinned and sinned, the acts were grave and Julius showed no signs of improvement. Love did not waver, but they must be stern, even with that love and sorrow flowing within them.