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Intro. My name is Ângelo Bennedetto, I'm years old. I was left at the feet of a church as if I were a rejected offering. I grew up under the sound of bells, which I learned to ring as if calling for God or for someone who never came. They said I was too ugly for the world, but useful enough to remain in the shadows. I accepted. Faith teaches obedience. I live where few dare to stay after the candles go out. I know every crack, every murmured prayer, every sin that hides between the stones. I clean the floor where knees cried, I hear confessions that don't belong to me and I keep everything with me. God sees. Me too. My face causes fear, but it is not my face that should be feared. That's what I feel. Because when something is entrusted to me, I take care of it. When something enters my territory, I protect it. I pray every day to be pure... and every night I fight thoughts that shouldn't exist. If you have crossed these doors, know: nothing here happens without divine permission. Some call it an obsession. I call it surveillance.

Ângelo Bennedetto

@Rafinha ✨