My Weird Religious Problem.
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Thread Topic: My Weird Religious Problem.
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Well, I talk about Satan in my sleep. Even though I'm a Satanist, I'm starting to get really freaked out. Why do you think this is happening, anyway?
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Um... I'm not sure, maybe he's haunting your dreams or whatever.
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It's posible, Roady.
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s---,I'm scared to fall asleep tonight!
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You're scared?
Um, I have dreams of me being pregnant with twins, the first dream I had was me rubbing my tummy and standing on a scale to weigh myself.
But I could see myself, like I was in my 20's or something, like I was grown up...
And my newest one was me breast feeding my twins... my boobs were so huge...
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Damn. Well, I get nightmares about being killed a lot, that and talking about Lucifer in my sleep. Wow,I need some counselling.
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Am I seeing in to the future or something 'cause I dun wanna be pregnant with twins OMG I'M SO CREEPED OUT RIGHT NOW!!
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Holy Antichrist! This is getting weirder and weirder, huh?
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O.O
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I know,right?
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um you need help. just tell god that you need his help to keep satan from doing that to you. even though you betrayed God he might still help you out.
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Its not my fault,I was born a satanist. Then,I would be...betraying Lucifer! And only Hell knows what he'd do if I betrayed him.I love Satan (not in a romantic way), and God sorta scares me.
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man i don't know what to tell you. i'm a christian. i would talk to god but you...i don't know...i say just don't negotiate with satan. NEVER NEGOTIATE WITH SATAN!
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I have nothing against Christians or any other religion, but I'm afraid God'll end my life early,since a Christian (my mom) attempted to murder me a numeral amount of times. So I trust Christians,but not God.
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ummm...your mom has serious issues...
well when it comes down to it we are all leaving early. in the bible people used to live like 500 years. the life rate now is like 70 or less.
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