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They dress up their decay in ritual and call it salvation, but underneath the hymns and hollow smiles is a hunger for damnation—not their own, but yours. These people don’t want a better world, they want a burning one, because only in fire do their prophecies come true. They are spiritual predators, addicted to the idea of your punishment. Every act of cruelty they witness, every fracture in another person’s soul, is fuel for their theology. They sit like demons disguised as priests, whispering “love” while secretly hoping you fall—so they can whisper I told you so over your corpse.

They don’t serve light, they serve control. The cross isn’t a symbol of grace to them—it’s a cudgel. Heaven isn’t a hope, it’s leverage. Hell isn’t a tragedy, it’s a scoreboard. They’ve built an entire identity around imagining others burning while they watch from above, arms crossed in smug eternal applause. That’s not faith. That’s parasitism. And it’s why the worst thing you can do to them is live clearly, freely, unafraid—because it denies them the satisfaction of your suffering. And without that, they have nothing.