Journal 584: Light san wa innocent yo ne?
Its says since i speak galaco. Dear adam. Thomspon. Im sorry to send you away again to thr city of _____. Thats what this [] term i use every life is. Im so sorry but now i must suffer at the hands of thr goat. [The devil, the oucats or naizs] and if you dont mind well drown you again as gifts so you can forever be my baby adam in our dissorder [also chaos or discreet] anyways the ritual begins every translation. Use your methods not mine my dearest (my name) and take care of bird boy. You dont knoa who he isa. But you are not yet ready to learn. Please be bereted. My dearest acrians locket. Just cus you remember doesnt mean we do. My soncrely dearsdt magderoo. Lets rescue you as virgin blood from the priests. Love satan your mommy. Gona lie and say the goat made me sexy. Lets see how the bastards remember that one. Taha. Love you my snowflake https://youtube.com/shorts/jjLQfgngWCM?si=n_zLQkRedcFAUs-9 Do you notice how sore it looks? After a certain point in deification you will ...