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Feb 2019
The Man Within the Corpse

Seldom- Very, truly seldom and steadfast, Had the dreadful illnesses corrupted my senses. Proving it's very method to madness. Though my sinister health and very feeling of utter imagination left me accused. I witness to many of things which were not at the time, present, and heard Unspeakable things the shuddering truth which could only be heard from the grave. Though the world would fancy me mad I am in no such business to pertain to madness. I was a very methodical man. In life, I held order.  I had always been a man of great humour.  And had I savored every last second of this event.  As the depths of Hell held me in their clutches, it came down to Act Or Die logic. Ordinarily, I was a man who would bite his own tongue, raising my voice, rather than my own hand. I reserve to incline any to all ill mannered accounts of wrongfully accused rumour bet against the condition of my well being. In life and death I remained subject to such gruesome  and  selfish consequence. I hold no fancies of any form of the after life, for the things I ever so witnessed, in life, had truly proved a fate far more worse than Death. I will tell you how stealthily, how quickly, and wittingly I had planned the venture of the old mans passing. I was a man of vengeance and grave punishment. The old man, never bade me harm. Rather it was his dreaded illness, which was to be taken into account. The cancer was slowly feasting on his own being alive. Though I doubt if I could convince the world that the deed committed, was an act of sheer love, and was committed honorably and favorably. I loved My friend. It was not in life, that I knew so well of my friend, but in death. For now, he and I had something in common. No, the old man was not at fault, I think it was his deceitful  nephew! An indecent whelp! At every move he did make, would cause my blood to boil. A cold shiver down my spine, though I was never made aware of its existence. I was not Mad I was Patient! Tried and true. My passion held the late passing of his nephew. Though the old man's curiosity would prove fatal. Though once convinced, I was at the point of No Return. I would not leave the old man in his final hour. Though if you take me for mad, then I am not at fault. For madmen Have no sense! If I am Mad, how would I have carefully, methodically, and sensitively planned this on my own? HA! HA! I will rightfully take all credibility  for sheer wits and creativity which I had been true to the blade. The only matter at hand was when. Timing, and order is efficient. I had all of the time in the world. I would waste not another second and deprive demons of such lethal and treacherous conduct that which was rightfully theirs. By the grave I saw such casualties.  Otherworldly occurrences which failed to make their presence  known. As I sat, deep into that darkness waiting for anything remarkable to happen to break the dreadful silence! I could hear it! My senses sharpened and heart ever so beating with rhythm of the quickly  passing clock! The time had finally come to do what must be done long ago! The Great  Voices of Hell forbade me otherwise! Heaven held not its glory for me. Troubles came forth revealing its name to me in full. Through darkened swarms and high waters...I went there alone in no consolation to rid of the potential threat. Doubting my faith as it had been tried, by the hideous creature which was reality. My heart heavy and soul ever so stricken with grief. The stark horror presented itself along with the dark figure presented as death. I stood at his door for a matter of minutes in shuddering disbelief. Though I did not ensure nor  did I suppose any form of threat. For his limited vision was no match for my wits as I well hid them from the rest of the  world. Deep into the darkness, he there lurked a demand, as if he was begging to be well rid of. I had every intention of granting his wish. I gave a slight knock that August Night. Through the distant clap of thunder I heard the old mans  constant groaning and cries in the darkness. I gave a slight knock once more. Here I opened the door.
Hank Love
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Hank Love  24/M/Borger, Texas
(24/M/Borger, Texas)   
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