Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 213, after noon, somewhere in the empire.

Don't be saved... because I killed people and I can't go to heaven without doing what God says.

If you say that - "You want to go to heaven or something where you let people kill you and you're flat out, where God doesn't evil divide you? Yeah, then hell sounds like absolutely more fun. Why heaven?" I was asked back.

I had no idea.

He was punished for starving and bitter all the time and not obeying, and he was scared and painful and since when he heard me say it without thinking about anything, and he could only think about anything.

"'Cause hell keeps being tortured, and it hurts and it hurts"

I just answer without thinking about being asked, "Well, I can't deny that's a heavenly possibility for a hobbyist like that, but if you don't like it, you can just bump it? Yeah, God in heaven, it's not where it's important if you're going to get bummed, or if you're going to get bummed in hell, why are you hitting me?" and I got something like a bar.

I thought it was a spiritual story, it was the murder weapon's choice.

But that made me less afraid of God.

'Cause there was this guy who was trying to bog God like everyone else was a great guy, as a matter of course. Because someone told me that God was bad if it was painful, as is normal.

Yes, God didn't help us. It was painful and painful to pray as I was told, and yet the god of going to hell if you don't listen to me was a good thing to bump. Sounds like you'd recommend something like a bar?

"" "What are you teaching your kids!" "" And you don't distribute anything like a bar with sweets!! "" No, the intention that you will kill me if you don't give me sweets is perfect for knocking on the door of heaven, and if you don't open it yet, it's convenient for you to open your choices, right? "" "" Why is the business of dismantling heavenly doors a natural conclusion!

My sweet sisters hug me, stroke my head, praise me for my hard work, and cry on our behalf.

They say we're going to get caught in hell now. But that sounds like a lot nicer than heaven.

Day 213, after noon, somewhere in the empire.

Sad, sorry, unforgivable anger that seems insane...... because I can't think of anything with a broken heart, just children threatened and made to remember to believe what they were taught. But that planted fanaticism is razed by madness, and the anointed brainwash is viciously overwritten.

"But he told me to listen to God." "Yeah, all I have to do is tell you to listen, okay? If the conversation doesn't go through, you're bogged down, so beating it heals the contact, right?" "But God made the world?" "Yeah, bad contractors like you don't even hear complaints better get bumped! Where the hell did you get my taste?" "'Cause God would never." "Then you don't have a problem with me? I never want to get bogged down, because God doesn't do anything to get bogged down." "You know, you know, you can only be happy after you die." "Yeah, then if you find God, you make him happy instantly, God is overjoyed, and you better not imitate that dangerous sexuality, right? Yeah, that sucks!!" "When you defy God, heaven punishes you." "Yeah, I think you should, huh?" "But, you know, God can never go wrong." "Ahhh, people who sneer often say that." "But, but... we're all bad kids." "That's why we have to listen to God." "No, there's a law that says don't imitate good kids, and if you're bad kids, you're free to imitate them or not. Yeah, you're a bad kid because you can't. You're not good and you're right, are you?" "But, I..." "Well, you can ignore the stories of people who don't come directly to you by saying let's look people in the eye and talk about it for a long time, so you can think after God comes, and if you come, you can feel it full swing as you feel before you think about it, and it'll feel good? Maybe the mess will heal too?

I'm worried I don't know what that means, I'm thinking right on my own with my troubled face.

"Is that an unbrainwashing?" "Originally spiritual domination by the broken fear of logic, so if you break fear, logic will collapse on its own. That's that demolition job," "" So it's like the demolition tool Barr!? "" Oh, you do it, you trick kids with things like candy and Barr! "" Yeah, since when the hell did something like Barr become a symbol of fear beyond God!? "

Teaching that I won't even admit to doubting that I'm sure because I'm absolute and complete without any fallacy to God, and that's not even a teaching that I won't admit to thinking as evil. Brainwashing. Yeah, absolute or not, it's better if you hit it with something like a bar to make sure, and the idea that you just have to bump it out and then check for absolute sexuality destroys absolute sexuality without a doubt... and God is going to destroy it too.

"It's scary, the way you think of a country with the idea of killing God," "" 'cause you didn't kill whee so easily!? "" Yeah, it was occasional, wasn't it? "" Ning Ro, kill him, then worship him, reuse him, so he's ecological? "" "Who did that... ah, academic god!?" "" I knew you were doing it!? "" Oh, I had a amulet! "" Yeah, it's a classic student thing, "" "No, I was praying... hey?

It's hard to explain because monotheistic people don't kill God, but God who decides that he's evil if he's only right and righteous and obeys, he kills that he's more or less polytheistic with cracks and evil gods? Yeah, because it's democracy?

No stray, no doubt, sincerely from the bottom of my heart. I naturally say that I should beat God, and sincerely think that I should kill God who afflicts my children. Thoughts destroy my brain wash. A real example tells us that the absolute is not absolute at all, and that people are willing to abuse them wholeheartedly... their absolute basis is denied. Because I really think so, and I don't even think that's possible. It's a heartfelt word. Yeah, 'cause you already abused him once?

And I'll be gone by myself. I'm sure you mourn the little body that was left unharmed, and that's what you can't do, so you're building a grave by yourself crying and apologizing because you can't forgive me for that reason.

Day 213, after noon, somewhere in the empire.

Your sisters take you on a black carriage. We didn't listen to God, but my bad brother gave me a warm, delicious meal and my beautiful sisters were so sweet.

And we were all delighted when they told us that we would all be caught and taken to the end of hell... so we shouldn't be in heaven anymore, but now we're all going to the border "Jizou".

God stopped abusing us in that hell, because it was full of delicious things, and there was a warm home... and it wasn't heaven, but everyone was laughing, and everyone was a hell of a bunch of sweet people.