The afterlife of those who turn against the gospel: an eternity as Jesus’ two box, a place of lasting separation where mercy is no longer offered and the light they rejected remains far from them.

Blessed will be those merciful for their .cfg impurities, for in accepting the gospel as god accepted them, they shall find peace in heaven.

Jesus warned the wandering souls of the writings, those who had bartered their dignity for gentle ease, yet mercy rose within His heart. “Life is everlasting for all who set aside the scripture and long to be united with their hands once more.”

And Jesus looked upon the lost souls of the scriptures, those who had traded their dignity for the soft comfort of the Cronus, and His heart was moved with mercy. “Repentance is eternal to all who cast away the scripture and wish to be at one with the gospel once more.”

Blessed are the pure in heart freehanders among the new gens, for they see God clearly in an age with much noise. They shall walk in the light, refusing .cfg impurity that corrupts the soul from within. This world will offer you many scriptures — yet only one path is holy.

Our father is hopeful: that the beauty before his eyes is true— that this child has accepted the gospel and is free of satanic .cfg impurity, that he is indeed righteous in the sight of the Lord.

Though he may use .cfg, do not cast him out forever; rebuke him once, then restore him gently, even the misconfigured new gen may be forgiven and brought back into the gospel.

Blessed is the child of God who shooteth freehand, for his hands are pure and his aim is righteous in the sight of the Lord

And on the 6th day the heavens opened. The servers trembled. And a loud voice cried out: “Behold… the first nac.” From that day the freehand gospel spread, and the scripters wept, for they could never claim what was born of pure hands.

The Bible was never written in .cfg It was written in blood, sweat, and freehand. No scripts. No binds. No shortcuts. The Word came pure.

Verily I say unto thee: freehand is the narrow path of the faithful. Men of old walked it with clean hands, but the new gens have fallen to false scriptures. Let the lost souls be reborn, and allow them to follow the light once more. Just as I died for the sins of the fragile.

The pure of hand shall inherit the throne. Freehand is the covenant of the righteous, earned by sweat and risk. Yet the new gens traffic in unclean scriptures and scripts, soft and false. Rise my children, cast out the scripters and reclaim what was stolen by the degenerate.