How I cheated the Devil
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My name is Nogla and I'll tell you how I sold my soul to the devil.
When I was little I was always very ill. Caught tuberculosis and nearly died.
How was contagious my mother made me live a few isolated times, wear plates, cups and separate not to contaminate anyone silverware. I was in a small room that only served to keep old junk.
As I had nothing else to do at that time, I was rooting around in the junk room. I Contigo several magazines, jewelry, hats, broken toys, nothing very interesting.
But when wiggled under the bed, I found a very strange bundle of cloth.
I unrolled the cloth and there came out a dirty dried blood dagger. Along with him was an old black book with the name written in golden half off: St. Cyprian - Black Cape.
At the time I did not know what it was and I was amazed that book. Had several abominable spells. Spells of protection and exorcism in which they sacrificed toads, black cats and even the family pet dog. It was fun to read these dreadful things, for me it was like reading a well written book of terror, nothing more.
Then, while opening the chapter of the Black Goat Miraculous Prayer, fell to the ground a piece of very old paper and folded.
On it was written the names of all the people in my family, including me!
Had the names of my grandparents and in front of each had an OK.
Had the name of my uncles and in front of some had an OK. And then I realized that's were OK to mark the relatives who had died! Holy shit!
I read the book and desperate discovered that my mother had sold his soul to the devil in exchange for power, beauty and happiness. And to defer your payment to the itchy, she gave a blood relative in his place every time he came to pick her up! WHAT A BITCH!
I looked at the list again and almost fell backwards to see that my name was next.
Maybe that was why I was so sick. Or not.
I did not think twice. I did the Black Goat Miraculous Prayer and sold my soul to the devil.
I did as the book taught. I lit a candle in honor of Satan, with the knife cut my thumb and left dripping a drop of blood on the flame. So put the knife on the table with the tip pointing to the flame, denied the Holy Spirit three times and prayed the prayer.
I noticed that at the end of the prayer one says the following:
"The fight will win, with the miraculous powers of the Black Goat. Enemy, I see you with two, three I hold you, with Caiaphas, Satan Ferrabrás. "
I remembered that my mother always spoke when someone did not like: I see you With two, three I'll wonder, in the name of the Father Son and Holy Spirit.
That Old Satanic more! What she did was just a disguised way of praying the prayer of the Black Goat ... If your mother or grandmother speaks it, you can be sure that it is Satanic.
The next day dawned a dead snake in front of the door of our house.
I did not see why he could not leave the room, but I heard my father saying to my mother. It was weird, because we lived in the city and there were woods nearby. The snake must have dragged on for over a mile through the streets to die right in front of our house.
A dead snake. That was the sign that the pact with the Devil was done. He would seek my soul within 7 years if I did not give someone in my place.
The next day I was better tuberculosis. Coughed or more. He could run and play around and never even got a cold.
I started making my list. First I wrote the name of my mother, that old satanic shit who sold his own son to the devil not to die!
Beyond wrote the name of all my enemies school. I wrote a shovel names, all of people I did not like. I folded the paper and shut him in prayer page, wrapped the book along with the dagger and hid the backpack in the attic.
After exactly 7 years old, my mother died. I felt nothing, not even cried. She had treated me badly, cursing me and begging me pests since discovered that I had stolen his book of St. Cyprian.
When I became an adult, he was rich, had all the women he wanted and was considered a model citizen in my city.
All my enemies have had tragic and agonizing deaths. And I was becoming happier and more and more triumphant and invincible.
Many told me that there comes a time when the unbeaten tires.
Of course everyone said that it bankrupts are envious and decadent. Fuck all. This is because they do not know how good.
Know when we put Cheat Codes in the games and everything is easier? Not sickens not ...
The problem is that the list of "substitutes" day ends. And you can not do another.
My list was already near the end and I was not at all willing to give my soul to the Devil.
So I decided to forgo the invincibility ...
Burned backpack with the book of St. Cyprian and dagger and turned gospel to be saved by the Lord Jesus Christ. Tricked the Devil! hehe
The Poor Thing is who should not have liked that very much not. But fuck him because now I am God!
I am a respected pastor of Assembly of God minister and worship Mondays and Wednesdays at 7:00pm today.
Glory to God.
When I was little I was always very ill. Caught tuberculosis and nearly died.
How was contagious my mother made me live a few isolated times, wear plates, cups and separate not to contaminate anyone silverware. I was in a small room that only served to keep old junk.
As I had nothing else to do at that time, I was rooting around in the junk room. I Contigo several magazines, jewelry, hats, broken toys, nothing very interesting.
But when wiggled under the bed, I found a very strange bundle of cloth.
I unrolled the cloth and there came out a dirty dried blood dagger. Along with him was an old black book with the name written in golden half off: St. Cyprian - Black Cape.
At the time I did not know what it was and I was amazed that book. Had several abominable spells. Spells of protection and exorcism in which they sacrificed toads, black cats and even the family pet dog. It was fun to read these dreadful things, for me it was like reading a well written book of terror, nothing more.
Then, while opening the chapter of the Black Goat Miraculous Prayer, fell to the ground a piece of very old paper and folded.
On it was written the names of all the people in my family, including me!
Had the names of my grandparents and in front of each had an OK.
Had the name of my uncles and in front of some had an OK. And then I realized that's were OK to mark the relatives who had died! Holy shit!
I read the book and desperate discovered that my mother had sold his soul to the devil in exchange for power, beauty and happiness. And to defer your payment to the itchy, she gave a blood relative in his place every time he came to pick her up! WHAT A BITCH!
I looked at the list again and almost fell backwards to see that my name was next.
Maybe that was why I was so sick. Or not.
I did not think twice. I did the Black Goat Miraculous Prayer and sold my soul to the devil.
I did as the book taught. I lit a candle in honor of Satan, with the knife cut my thumb and left dripping a drop of blood on the flame. So put the knife on the table with the tip pointing to the flame, denied the Holy Spirit three times and prayed the prayer.
I noticed that at the end of the prayer one says the following:
"The fight will win, with the miraculous powers of the Black Goat. Enemy, I see you with two, three I hold you, with Caiaphas, Satan Ferrabrás. "
I remembered that my mother always spoke when someone did not like: I see you With two, three I'll wonder, in the name of the Father Son and Holy Spirit.
That Old Satanic more! What she did was just a disguised way of praying the prayer of the Black Goat ... If your mother or grandmother speaks it, you can be sure that it is Satanic.
The next day dawned a dead snake in front of the door of our house.
I did not see why he could not leave the room, but I heard my father saying to my mother. It was weird, because we lived in the city and there were woods nearby. The snake must have dragged on for over a mile through the streets to die right in front of our house.
A dead snake. That was the sign that the pact with the Devil was done. He would seek my soul within 7 years if I did not give someone in my place.
The next day I was better tuberculosis. Coughed or more. He could run and play around and never even got a cold.
I started making my list. First I wrote the name of my mother, that old satanic shit who sold his own son to the devil not to die!
Beyond wrote the name of all my enemies school. I wrote a shovel names, all of people I did not like. I folded the paper and shut him in prayer page, wrapped the book along with the dagger and hid the backpack in the attic.
After exactly 7 years old, my mother died. I felt nothing, not even cried. She had treated me badly, cursing me and begging me pests since discovered that I had stolen his book of St. Cyprian.
When I became an adult, he was rich, had all the women he wanted and was considered a model citizen in my city.
All my enemies have had tragic and agonizing deaths. And I was becoming happier and more and more triumphant and invincible.
Many told me that there comes a time when the unbeaten tires.
Of course everyone said that it bankrupts are envious and decadent. Fuck all. This is because they do not know how good.
Know when we put Cheat Codes in the games and everything is easier? Not sickens not ...
The problem is that the list of "substitutes" day ends. And you can not do another.
My list was already near the end and I was not at all willing to give my soul to the Devil.
So I decided to forgo the invincibility ...
Burned backpack with the book of St. Cyprian and dagger and turned gospel to be saved by the Lord Jesus Christ. Tricked the Devil! hehe
The Poor Thing is who should not have liked that very much not. But fuck him because now I am God!
I am a respected pastor of Assembly of God minister and worship Mondays and Wednesdays at 7:00pm today.
Glory to God.
Last edited by Nogla on June 15, 2014, 11:09 am, edited 2 times in total.
I don't need no fuckin man servant tryna follow me around and wipe my ass.
so much to read aint worth it
im going back to ban appeals
they have more religious and propaganda claims than this whole section
im going back to ban appeals
they have more religious and propaganda claims than this whole section
Burned backpack with the book of St. Cyprian and dagger and turned gospel to be saved by the Lord Jesus Christ. Tricked the Devil! hehelol, i almost fell for it xD (was like, ooooh yea, i will get another satanic friend, ooooh yea, but then
he tricked devil 
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[Lsrcr]11PM wrote:You'll always have meBurned backpack with the book of St. Cyprian and dagger and turned gospel to be saved by the Lord Jesus Christ. Tricked the Devil! hehelol, i almost fell for it xD (was like, ooooh yea, i will get another satanic friend, ooooh yea, but then
[Lsrcr]Demon. wrote:[Lsrcr]11PM wrote:You'll always have meBurned backpack with the book of St. Cyprian and dagger and turned gospel to be saved by the Lord Jesus Christ. Tricked the Devil! hehelol, i almost fell for it xD (was like, ooooh yea, i will get another satanic friend, ooooh yea, but then
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