With slight of hand misdirection abound...you deal from the bottom I say nothing...not a sound...with so many jokers stacked in your deck...my image for you is not to detect...the one eyed jack is who I am not ...2 eyes I see clearly kings crown is atop...
So just stop...clarity is mine cloudy is yours...poison seeps from the pores from those who choose to lie...one day you will cry for your misdeeds...don't try to beg or plead...the judgement and torment you inflict on others will smother your own flame this is not a game...sin from within will cause you much pain...deception with no remorse will of course make a show...very easy to forget what we all know...one hundred years could flow...but in the end...we all reap what we sow...