op is fallen, is fallen, and is become the habitation of devils, and the hold of every foul spirit, and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird
unfollow op, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues, for her sins have reached unto heaven, and god hath remembered her iniquities
Aren’t…aren’t you the op here?
sure am! and i have a cup of gold in my hand full of abominations and the filthiness of my fornication, and upon my forehead a name is written: mystery, babylon the great, mother of whores and abominations of the earth
so, like, unfollow, and stand afar off in fear of my torment