God, you judge him.
God said: Let my servant, the priest, decide. He has the judgment of youth and the way of the world.
The priest just started saying: He is a genius devil, a bad boy of God.
The subjects of God nodded, and in his hand he held the pen that seduces the maiden, and confiscated it! Indecent in his mouth, cut off his tongue! All Christians say: This is the punishment he deserves, may he be redeemed in heaven.
The priest sympathizes with his friend, repeats his mistakes, and when he picks up his quill, he redefines his friend: he is a sincere devil, an evil angel. The flower of evil, the incarnation of a white angel, he spread his dazzling black wings, unable to breathe in the dusty air. . .
He writes with the spirit of life, with blood, and with his feces, pervertedly revealing the obscenity of the twisted cover. This is his sincerity. What he said and wrote was the truth that civilization despised. Sincere courage is only possessed by angel heroes. Therefore, he is an angel, an angel with devil eyes and devil wings. He's crazy. Because of human madness. In the madhouse of civilization where man lives, he lives in the madhouse of conscious indulgence. They are all crazy, and the madness inside is because of the madness outside. The madman inside writes about the actions of the madman outside, and the truth that the madman outside tries to cover up causes the madman inside to expose it desperately. .
His nerves balance the repression of social morality.
He is the incarnation of an angel with black wings. .
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