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Mortality is real: Let's play a game

Greed, gluttony, indulgence, selfishness. These are all characteristics I've viewed From a man who chose such a proclaimed selfless profession. Amusing how the less fortunate prey on the wallets thicker than theirs. There is a significant difference between intentional wronging And misguided, assumptions that only souls that are led astray make The purpose of this text is a public service announcement, some may call it art; only the creator truly knows it's meaning. Mom's in the wild will protect their progeny to the death, I'll leave it at that. It began in spoken word. Your fear carried on to strings of letters that could only flow through a brain sunken in liquid toxicity. Don't believe everything you hear, don't dismiss it either. Play your pawn carefully sir, as your next movement Very well could be checkmate. I care about society until someone I know crosses me, I have honored you by not interrupting your rendezvous. Taking advantage of people is your game. You prey on those who are too naive to type six letters following a name into a search box. Fortunately, your cadaverous will forever rot. While the tempter, sits in delight holding onto a smile so menacing. You have only seen it portrayed by Mr. Nicholsan. Regard of the Crest of the house would have prevented your sad demise. As there are no do-overs when you work with Satan, at least you fell for his entrapment, and no one will be wounded by your passive lies again. we wish you eternal damnation, the m.H.d.
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henk-holveck
31 / M
Published
Oct 7, 2016
Lines·Words
33·256
Tags
#man#death#sick#delight#bastard#con#temptress#gruesome#demented
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