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Aug 2019
The man suddenly  seeing the devils face saw it was his own mirrored back at him. Horrified yet not surprised knowing in the minds of men burned the hottest fires of hell. Then taking in at a glance the blowing away the soul of those closest to him. While his  lay still intact he knew they were meant for him alone. No longer seeking the solace he once thought attainable he shakes hands with that cruel mirror. Then walks forth into the flames hand in hand. No longer questioning Devine providence but embracing thine judgment.
Written by
Daniel Webber
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