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Bleed out to your God; he averts his gaze.
“O Lord, give me the strength to end my life.”

Worthless idols, imitating a false source of comfort.
Blasphemous fools, this is the end.

I will not bow.
Forsaken, this path I’ve founded offers little to mistake for hope.
“Please know, my child, this had to be done.”

Burn.
Your life is worthless.

This is where it all ends for you.
Visions of a ritual that will spare her firstborn from possession.

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