I miss your bells. I'm Justin Powell ex moordam books. 1998. I'm very ill and leaving earth soon. your bells use to soothe me. all I wanted was a hot girlfriend/wife instead I leave you what I had become. these lines are not for the weak. the Vatican knows them. genius me. hope you all are doing well. I'm a Christian now. without a denomination. I wanted another hot cora Leanne joffe or Rhonda Hall. cora was my hottest girlfriend. Rhonda a friend. anyway, Father, to the lines: 1] @censored by highest authority@ 2]beyond the stars is the cold nothingness that will freeze anything that enters its space and shatter them by their own emotions. 3]like a snake the human race will shed monotheism. i'll spare you the rest. Justin Powell 210 Country Club Blvd. Slidell, La. 70458. please tell Sister Wendy hello. I'm alright, Father. ill and dieing though. the afterlife will be wonderful. God really likes me. Take care of yourself. "Our father who art in heaven..." "hail mary full of grace..." take care.