We have a soul to take care of

I shouldn't say my name, I shouldn't say who I am, but I hope you don't be scared by what I'm going to say now, hold on tight wherever you are, now the responsibility is not mine but yours, because you still are you listening to me? If I were you I wouldn't be listening to someone weird anymore, I'd actually be in Mommy's Lap right now, but that's okay, then don't blame me, I've made it clear, so let's get down to business, oh, and I won't take my words lightly, I don't care if you don't have the emotional, what will I say next, do you take responsibility? Did I hear a yes? Okay, you win.

Don't tell anyone you had this experience with me, don't you dare play with me, I'm not here for you to play smart, I can pull on your toes at night, I can, by the way this is a little trick we do, we from the underground world do, do you have any idea who we are? I think you're already suspecting who we are, it's good that you know right away what it's about, rather, who it's about,

However, I'm not the maoir in the Kingdom, I'm not one of those seated on the throne, I can say I'm a servant here, actually my job is to guide the lost souls to their new abode, Wonder will spend eternity imprisoned , have you ever heard about something like this during your annoying life? I assume so, well, whoever you speak now is a being of this world, as I said, I shouldn't give so much information about us, but I'll give a teaspoon to whoever listens to me now. Here in this letter I leave some accounts of how the transition of souls going to hell is, I should say that at first it is horrible, horrible even for horror beings, but we got used to all this horror stage, but is that you? Would you be prepared to go from this to the worse? So, in this letter are some accounts of lives that were snuffed out by our angels of death, they were ripped from the Earth, without farewell, one moment I was breathing, the next moment I was screaming, being taken by knights of hell, I know, that's it it's terrible for your ears isn't it? Got scared? Just hearing this little story? Don't tell me yes! As you're sensitive, I haven't even started to unroll the roll and I've seen your face like you've got your pants dirty, okay, I'll give you another chance to read these reports, I only recommend reading during the day, because at night … can you wait, we'll be reading along with you, grant us the place? Don't worry, we'll only get you on time, but who knows when the time is right to die? Nobody is it? Not much less me, now I'm going to tell you a secret, I wasn't actually talking, but I've done shit here, it costs nothing to do more shit, who has the domain of your life, it's you, only you, my friend the angel of death doesn't have the authority to lay a finger on you by chance, I don't have either, oh of course, there is someone stronger than us, who can Intercede for you, but only if you allow it too, I think I've said too much here...

If you want to hear the letters from the victims who are right now burning in the fire, just move on in the next few pages I'll write about, I assume it is… with young people they like to talk, fuck, yeah, they talk like that, yeah our intention that they would talk like that, in an unbearable way. Be sure to visit me here in letters from an apprentice, I'll wait for you, or will I have to pick you up there? Make up your mind, time flies, don't you want to see me as I really am? I do not think so! Am I right?