I almost had Judas. So very close. But He just had to go visiting dreams. Telling the stupid stupid fool that He loved him. Liar. He doesn't love anyone.
Bastard. Bastard.
Perhaps I should visit Metatron. Beat him to an angelic pulp. Would I feel better then?
Love. The word makes me shake with rage. I'm not seeing red anymore. I'm seeing
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