They have to desecrate. That’s where they get their energy. They can’t create, only desecrate. Only destroy. Only tear down. Only make some grinning parody.
That’s why all this is demonic. These are their Satanic rites. This is their strangulation of what is good and true.
They don’t know peace. They can’t rest, these demons. They can’t lie down and put these thoughts out of their heads.
See they torture themselves, too. Because they will not receive the light. Because they won’t turn the corner.
They could be saved, if they wanted to be. If they would only ask. They don’t have to be grotesques. They could be consoled.
There’s no limit to their desecration. It’s how their live, through desecration. Their deliberate blasphemy.
They will never have done with obliterating the face of God.
They’ll never ask for help. If they only asked for help.
They must know what they’re doing. They must know the one who they’ve placed themselves in service.
Do they understand what they’re doing. How they’ll be punished, one day?
The wrath of God: do they believe in that? Do they fear that?
I’m afraid – for them. I will pray, for them.
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