My dying wish
I'm done assisting your world. The Council has informed me that I was able to do more than expected for billions in your world. I no longer work for Reeves, especially the actor Keanu Reeves. I walked out after sending my resignation.
I know quite painfully how your world and your Jesus hates both me and Kris. I can understand him hating me, but why would he hate a Virgin Angel, my brother, my son, Kris.
I want the record to show that I have not a single kiddo in your entire cosmos, especially not in your world, nor will I ever. I will never give your world one of me in the form of a child or a wannabe twin sister or even brother. That's a decided no. You will never see my kind ever again or someone like my brother Kris.
I refuse to ever love or have a friend ever again. A refusal since I was about 30.
I would just like to take just my little brother Kris with me as I die here and return to my world.
You've been more than just unkind, but barbaric and unreedemable.
I will not talk to my Father for eons if not longer. And he is to stay away from both me and Kris or else he will become mortal and be slain. He is to stay away from us, considering what he allowed to happen to my Mama, St. Prima. Please heed my warning and don't ever try to approach me, Father. And don't ever try to approach Kris.
I never knew my Mother. But how I love my Mama. One of my small joys in your hateful world.
time grows short. Please respect my dying wishes. And stay clear of me and Kris. Especially that hateful, putrid despicable Jesus Christ.
~Ruthie
I know quite painfully how your world and your Jesus hates both me and Kris. I can understand him hating me, but why would he hate a Virgin Angel, my brother, my son, Kris.
I want the record to show that I have not a single kiddo in your entire cosmos, especially not in your world, nor will I ever. I will never give your world one of me in the form of a child or a wannabe twin sister or even brother. That's a decided no. You will never see my kind ever again or someone like my brother Kris.
I refuse to ever love or have a friend ever again. A refusal since I was about 30.
I would just like to take just my little brother Kris with me as I die here and return to my world.
You've been more than just unkind, but barbaric and unreedemable.
I will not talk to my Father for eons if not longer. And he is to stay away from both me and Kris or else he will become mortal and be slain. He is to stay away from us, considering what he allowed to happen to my Mama, St. Prima. Please heed my warning and don't ever try to approach me, Father. And don't ever try to approach Kris.
I never knew my Mother. But how I love my Mama. One of my small joys in your hateful world.
time grows short. Please respect my dying wishes. And stay clear of me and Kris. Especially that hateful, putrid despicable Jesus Christ.
~Ruthie