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Hide, Jesus!

New image reveals Jesus secretly made a deal with the devil, and now it's up to us save Him from the burning torture.
You see, Jesus didn't come back to life three days later, His peaceful virtues helped Him escape the infinite horror, but everyone made such a big deal about it that it wasn't long before the devil found Him and threw Him back in hell, this time ensuring the escape clause was properly sealed. He's been trapped there ever since, but recently found a new loophole that Jesus could sneak out through.
Now it's up to us to keep Jesus alive by keeping Him a secret from the devil, instead of how we normally keep the devil a secret from God. Now it's up to each one of us, so play it safe, because the devil is watching.

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