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Bad Blood

Watchers

Angels trusted to watch, sent down from above... They made a plan and created havoc, tempted by humans young daughters... Marrying them and creating wives as they procreated, their children born called GIANTS... Multiple meanings if you look up in Hebrew language but I prefer the Greek translation= earthbound... The results, HYBRID HUMANS... They taught their wives about their individual powers... Magic, casting spells, potions, cutting of roots and cosmetics among many more... The Great Flood to drown all the evidence and mixed genetics, upset at Satan for his evil plan... The hero can not come or be created if genetics can be altered, Satan wants to insert his genetic code in all humans allowing evil to live in all DNA... They claim they cannot guarantee nor say demons can procreate but the devil used to be an angel... I know my answers... Have you found yours, look at the world! Most variants of what is considered normal could be the result of the mixed bloodlines... Evidence of the Hybrids still survive, whether you believe or not I have found... It makes perfect sense because all the hate and straying away from the WORD has been described from the culprits as genuine decisions born from within, are these ones really the spawn of angels or demons conjuring with humans, making the sickness HEREDITARY? I BELIEVE SO, for once it all makes sense... 

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