Sullivan Knoth/Dialogues

• And I've asked him. I've said, God, why must we suffer like this? Why must we do this terrible violence?
• ... Do you hate us God? Do you hate this world?
• And do you know what God says? God said unto Moses: I am that I am. And that's all there is to it.
• We stand in opposition to the antichrist. If we hope to beat him, we cannot only try to be like Jesus.
• We need to be like God.
• And now God has sent us this woman.
• Fallen like a rebellious angel from the sky.
• Take the gag off.
• God, I ask you, who is this outsider? This stranger come into our midst?
• Hush, child. You've already revealed your tongue fit for nothing but lies. God's truth is here now, come to reckon.
• God, I lay my hands on this dissembling sinner and ask that you reveal the truth.
• Pray with me, children. 'God give me voice, God guide my hand.'
• Lay bare what she would keep hid. Make plain what she would confuse. Make true what's false.
• Enter me, Lord. Please. I don't need to know the way, only to know that you do. I...
• Your child. Your child is the one.
• She is ripe with the antichrist! The enemy waits in her womb!
• Whore of Babylon! Whore to Satan! Mother of harlots and the horrors of the earth!
• Children! I have news grave but glorious.
• This evening, after all these years, after all this suffering, our faith has been proven.
• The woman who came to Temple Gate this day from the outside world brought with her the foul burden we've been awaiting all this time.
• She has a child in her belly. I performed the examination myself, and it is empirically true.
• The devil is in her belly, and she is among us. As is the yokemate who spilled his seed into that revolting vessel.
• Find them, children. Kill them. Soak the earth with their blood!
• Rip the devil from her belly and crush it beneath your boot heels.
• Revelation is upon us, and we must, like angels, show no mercy. God loves you.
• Them suffering are not the children of God. Those are heretics in our midst. Servants of the enemy.
• Lock your doors and bar your windows, hold your loved ones close to you.
• The enemy's passover is begun.
• We must rise to face them! There is no innocence among the outsiders in our midst!
• Give them the knife, the club, the fist if it's all you got!
• God rejoices in the spilling of wicked blood!
• Any heretics God delivers to you, bind in withs and bring to the chapel.
• We will root out the outsider whore who's brought this darkness to our good earth.
• The tribulations are upon us, and we must make ready for righteous violence in the name of the Lord.
• Pray and hold fast, God loves you.
• You hate God because he made you kill your child?
• God himself killed his own child! Nailed him to a tree and hung him suffering for days before he died.
• And when his only son said 'why hast thou forsaken me,' he said not a word.
• I am that I am. I am that I am.
• We stand guard at the gate through which the antichrist will breach this world.
• We are at the cunt of Armageddon.
• We found her, Josiah. Trying to flee 'mongst the scalled.
• Not the actions of a woman unburdened by an immaculate conscience.
• Answer your yokemate, honey. He can't see you.
• God hates vanity. So do I!
• The outsider woman has this world's destruction in her womb.
• But Val and his apostates stole away the unborn enemy.
• The fiend's father is escaped.
• She will bear her filthy yield before dawn.
• We have only these few hours to find her and kill her, and save this paradise from hell everlasting.
• Where is she? Where did Val take Her?
• This is for you, Josiah. Make the woman scream.
• Where is the woman?! The womb that harbors the antichrist?!
• Tell Josiah to make it stop.
• Where is the woman? Where did Val take her?
• Where is the woman?
• We are the hands of the Lord, we cannot fail.
• Thank you, Josiah, that's enough.
• Give the woman rest.
• There, there dear marvicious little angel.
• You won't have to be strong much longer.
• A little more blood and we're done, Marta.
• God loves you. I love you. Be strong.
• God in heaven. That's... That's the child, isn't it?
• My Lord... I've taken care of my children. But yours... I am powerless against.
• The child's too strong already. You've murdered paradise.
• God has gone silent. Since the storm. The birth.
• Who will he have? If he destroys us all? Who will he have left to punish?
• I killed my children. All of them. Every last one. There's no more perfect faith than that.
• And still God is silent.
• Kill that child if you can. If you love anything at all, crush it's skull under your heel.
• I know God doesn't hear dead men. But I expect he answers them.