“He used to be the most gracius pope in Romania.... Alexadru love his people as well as god love human. He took care of children, poor people and the homeless. People love him too. When the war came up, he found he can do nothing but pray. So he prayed everyday, again, again and again cause this is the only way he can do for this cruel war. “At least save children, they are innocent!” He begged. The superior, holy, saintly god didn’t respond, they never, never make his wish come true. Until bullets killed all children and the gun aimed his head, he wept and wailed:” God! I’ve tried! Am I lost in your eyes?” The stone god just stood there, watched these blood river and cold ordinary dead body, laugh this weak man, laugh this scene which can touch anyone who have more conscience. At the last moment, Alexadre curse his god and take the demon’s hand.He and his children corrupted. They killed every one in this town, whatever good guy, bad guy, man, woman, doctor ,soldier...... They haunt forever.”
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