The indelible art of boredom. Can you believe that Satan believed that Christ could not be a woman, such arrogance, such pride, so-called benefactor of humanity, pure rubbish, it would be nice to spit in the morning eyes of Lucifer. Cough up my nails and batteries, plastic soldiers and figurines, regurgitate small bones and feathers like a demon dog, it's an unequal battle I am facing, no pleasure of paradise, but I know that evil is a perverse and living thing, I am not afraid of it, I am not afraid of anything.
