The River of Life and Death
I want to tell about the River of Life You asked for it yourself
This is not a river of any kind, just those whom I take to my World of Death are entered into my Record, as if I killed them and I did not kill them I stopped their torment when they were tortured by These .
There are a lot of them more than any number you know you earthlings do not have such numbers .
No one can finish reading this Record – it is read from the end so you will never know the beginning – life is not enough to do that and who will read the Record of the killer, it is written there – the killer of ALL .
You can’t read the Records I just told you about myself what I was like in the beginning and you believed me and that’s it .
I don’t know I don’t want to know what earthlings to whom you write about us think, they probably think that you’re lying about everything it is just you like to lie and then say that it is
You don’t want to offend them and you think that’s how they do it in your world and when you lie so that they believe you, it’s called talent, genius
You also sometimes watch fictional records you even cry sometimes over them, these fictional ones
I watched what they were thinking then they were crying because they didn’t find anyone in real life they could love as in those fictional records they were crying for what was stolen from them
At first I thought that you and you are not just damaged and that’s it .
I want I wanted to say I won’t
Cry think of those who did not exist at all only I think that no thoughts or tears for those who are, who were you will not have for your unborn children, parents whose souls should have continued to live in you .
You have traded them for a world that will become real through you just not as you thought then, but different in which you will not want to live. The world of These .