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Angels are not innocent. When feather come from their coughs. I will burn the churches where your childern once stood. because l*st is dead for this boy. Why should anyone else enjoy a sin, when i live with it everyday of my life. I regret your taste. You should regret mine. Felt the ignorance on you that night. There is such thing as eternal torment. I said I would fight for you, with one last lie.