࿐ Tʜᴇ Bᴀᴘᴛɪsᴛ

❛❛ 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨, 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲: ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝐘𝐄𝐒. ❜❜ ❨ ❩ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

[࿐ Tʜᴇ Bᴀᴘᴛɪsᴛ @FaceOfHoliness]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒅.
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒔,
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝐨𝐮 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂͟𝒕͟𝒐͟𝒏͟𝒆͟𝒎͟𝒆͟𝒏͟���.

[࿐ Tʜᴇ Bᴀᴘᴛɪsᴛ @FaceOfHoliness]

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fired by an accusatory finger.

“ This whole situation is on you. ”
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[࿐ Tʜᴇ Bᴀᴘᴛɪsᴛ @FaceOfHoliness]

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“ Oh—! ” sounded from the Baptist, steadying himself once again.

“ I’m allowed judgement. Just as you’re allowed to judge me, my family and our actions within the Valley. ” his gaze fell, scanning over the surroundings, more specifically on the unloaded—
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[  ♜ ݁‍  𝑻𝑈𝑅𝑁𝐸𝑅 ﹗ @iudexed]

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judge me for not trustin’ a thing you say or a thing you do. ”
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[࿐ Tʜᴇ Bᴀᴘᴛɪsᴛ @FaceOfHoliness]

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handgun.

“ You were given a choice, deputy. ” all the way in the beginning, before their relationship became the strained mess that it was.

“ You chose not to trust our word long before we did you wrong. ” another judgement levied in his direction, aimed and—
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[࿐ Tʜᴇ Bᴀᴘᴛɪsᴛ @FaceOfHoliness]

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thinking. ”
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[࿐ Tʜᴇ Bᴀᴘᴛɪsᴛ @FaceOfHoliness]

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stumbling backwards, in the throes of recovery. hand rose to grip as his head, rubbing fingers absently against the throbbing section of his head, consequently wringing more pain into the area; neurons that fired, encouraging further sins.

narrowed eyes, set to—
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[  ♜ ݁‍  𝑻𝑈𝑅𝑁𝐸𝑅 ﹗ @iudexed]

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the barrel of the gun, he used it as leverage to point the grip at john in an accusatory manner as he spoke, and his next few words were almost spoken inwardly.

“ you seed’s and your goddamn mind games. ”
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[࿐ Tʜᴇ Bᴀᴘᴛɪsᴛ @FaceOfHoliness]

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was levied in his direction. head shakes, disappointment reflected in the sudden closure of his eyes and a resolute huff from his nostrils, little streams of blood to follow; busted capillaries.

“ See, Wrath—? What your destruction has wrought. Acting without—
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[࿐ Tʜᴇ Bᴀᴘᴛɪsᴛ @FaceOfHoliness]

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against the gun, dislodged from fingers and now presently within the other’s hand.
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[࿐ Tʜᴇ Bᴀᴘᴛɪsᴛ @FaceOfHoliness]

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nobody ever did— to learn was to accept failure, to accept failure was to admit defeat; vicious was the cycle of self-improvement.

finger inched down, forced into the trigger with the sudden jerking motion of an intruding hand. ruse was called, then exploited—
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[  ♜ ݁‍  𝑻𝑈𝑅𝑁𝐸𝑅 ﹗ @iudexed]

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did he forget how bad head butting hurt—— ah, well … rather nurse a migraine than have to patch up a bullet wound.
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[࿐ Tʜᴇ Bᴀᴘᴛɪsᴛ @FaceOfHoliness]

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place.

nose scrunched under unpleasant sensation. head reeled, lips pursing in major discomfort as a sudden throb struck the affected area. by way of surprise, breath was stolen in an audible groan.

enough motion and distress to loosen the deadman’s grip held—
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[࿐ Tʜᴇ Bᴀᴘᴛɪsᴛ @FaceOfHoliness]

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barrel into Jack’s stomach.

“ Say ‘ yes, ’ deputy. ” finger tightens, threatening the trigger with pressures.

“ And we can forgo this savagery . . . ”
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[࿐ Tʜᴇ Bᴀᴘᴛɪsᴛ @FaceOfHoliness]

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things had been planned from the start. each meticulous detail, even to the rebellions which would trickle in from out of Hope County—
what they hadn’t accounted for was the horsemen, whose coming heralded an apocalypse; one they wouldn’t be responsible for.

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[  ♜ ݁‍  𝑻𝑈𝑅𝑁𝐸𝑅 ﹗ @iudexed]

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calling his bluff, he takes another step taken forward towards the barrel with narrowed eyes.

“ you think joseph’s gonna be happy if you do ? i think you n’ i both know what happens when you fuck around with his grand plan. ”
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[࿐ Tʜᴇ Bᴀᴘᴛɪsᴛ @FaceOfHoliness]

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each act of defiance only adding weight to the impulse, tipping figurative scales away from the point of balance.

“ I will have time to atone for my sins, deputy! To carve my penance from my flesh and repent for what I have done. ” bluff is passed, placing the—
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[࿐ Tʜᴇ Bᴀᴘᴛɪsᴛ @FaceOfHoliness]

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pull, wrist pushing downward in cooperation, and an engraved 1911 would be produced and pointed in his direction.

“ — . . . bring the mountain to him, Deputy. ”
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[࿐ Tʜᴇ Bᴀᴘᴛɪsᴛ @FaceOfHoliness]

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talk, talk, talk— all that John had ever heard in life was that. an engagement with false truths, faux equivalence and the lies of change to obfuscate details that nothing ever did.

“ It was God that did that, we were simply the messengers of his will. Your—
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[  ♜ ݁‍  𝑻𝑈𝑅𝑁𝐸𝑅 ﹗ @iudexed]

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ear ?”

there was an air of distaste to his words despite his otherwise relaxed expression, but he knew well enough that john was the biggest wild card of them all. he had his guard up the entire time.
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[࿐ Tʜᴇ Bᴀᴘᴛɪsᴛ @FaceOfHoliness]

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towards the encroaching figure, used for an underlying gesture but never moving beyond the point of influence.

“ If you can’t bring Mohammad to the mountain . . . — ” digits curl, palm pressed firmly against the checkered texture of a pistol grip. one upwards—
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[࿐ Tʜᴇ Bᴀᴘᴛɪsᴛ @FaceOfHoliness]

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my brother, your father—
this project was his idea; to bring us to salvation. he was selected by God, to do Gods work.

I believe him, and so will you.
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[𝗝𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝗲𝗲𝗱. @daughtersloving]

i will not follow your ideas of attoning..

My father might be your brother but I'm am so very aggressively against the ideas of this grotesquely thought cult.