the devil [Theme] Page 4

The devil is not a villain, and the seller.
And he gives what you want;
And he gives what I want;
And he gives only what we wish the two of us.
Once I wished for the two of us,
But the Three bloods of the sick Holy Trinity.

The devil rings trinkets, and the angels do not fly -
They're broken with indifference.

Dostoevsky's novels abound in caricatured images. However, most plunge into depression and the devil.

I saw your calls from his cell phone. You are the Devil, right?
- Depending on who you ask.

Bury me with needles down, I want to stab the devil...

In hard times, even the devil eats flies.

The devil is in the details, isn't it?

I met him fifteen years ago; I was told that there is nothing left - no reason, no conscience, no consciousness; and even the most primitive understanding of life or death, good or evil, good or bad. I met this six year old child with his blank, pale, emotionless face and black eyes... the devil's eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him and then another seven trying to keep him locked up because I realized - behind the eyes of this boy was hiding... pure evil.

Do not give the devil what he wants, if you don't know what he wants.

He mixed religion, for the absolute atheist. He was adopted by Satan himself, but he returned it out of fear that he'll hurt his awkwardness.

The price of success is often appointed by the devil.

SATAN (the Devil) is the personification of evil personified.
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Satan - fallen in the mud angel, out to the princes of darkness.
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Satan freelance secret Advisor to the office of Heaven.
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Sin hell a cumulative bonus.

The Messiah, the incarnate deity with a craft to give people the Law as the way of salvation.
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Religion leads to God, if not try a substitute.
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Who is not the Messiah, that is the devil.
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Intolerance of evil and love, the Foundation and the dome of the religion.

The Devil You pray,
Lord! And he is Your creation.
I'm the Devil for love
What I see in it my misery.
Struggling and suffering, it network
His carefully weaves...
And I can not regret
Someone who, like me, is suffering.
When they rise our flesh
In Your judgment, redemption,
Oh, forgive, Lord,
His madness - for the suffering.