So it seems like I am your caretaker, so technically, you are my child, my child.

When one starts to talk about parenthood and begottenness, it starts to become blurry.

“Feel joyous, my child.”

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ god gives his strongest soldiers the toughest battles... ⠀⠀

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You're welcome.

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I'm just kidding, it was pretty funny. Repent.

Hello, my child.

If only it were that easy.

A promise from The Lord cannot be broken, so infinitely hard.

That position isn't flattering, please refrain from it again. And I forgive thine trespasses, no matter how small or large.

I came not to be served, my child, but to serve. For The Son of Man is the ransom sacrifice. Rise to thine feet, and spread love across My Father's creation. Spread love in my name.

I presume I could, my child.

I seriously doubt that, but do with what you will with your free will.

I see. Then, if you will, demonstrate your powers upon The Son of Man.

Never forget that our true home is within our hearts.