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he told her it was just for them between just he and she but as soon as her hands were tied up in bands he brought in the rest of the we little spirits, tender fire a lock of human hair she took a sip before the whip dark presence in the air the room was tiny and dimly lit and the altar looked centuries from new but how many demons within it did fit though the bodies were up to only a few but strangely the room began to expand with the waxing volume of the living vapors and a cackle arose from her smoldered left hand now she knew the intent of her devilish neighbors and she twirled like a dancer a flame-thrower, flame-breather the hot light in her eyes looked for help or compassion but her seeking proved in vain for she hadn't seen either and her body took up the form of the demon's last ration
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 12:39 AM UTC
last ration
he told her it was just for them between just he and she but as soon as her hands were tied up in bands he brought in the rest of the we little spirits, tender fire a lock of human hair she took a sip before the whip dark presence in the air the room was tiny and dimly lit and the altar looked centuries from new but how many demons within it did fit though the bodies were up to only a few but strangely the room began to expand with the waxing volume of the living vapors and a cackle arose from her smoldered left hand now she knew the intent of her devilish neighbors and she twirled like a dancer a flame-thrower, flame-breather the hot light in her eyes looked for help or compassion but her seeking proved in vain for she hadn't seen either and her body took up the form of the demon's last ration
this was inspired by the plight of the enslaved. more specifically, those lured by a promise and cornered into *** slavery, and being stripped of everything by a monster that comes only to devour. if wisdom is crying in the streets, we must pray that justice will come to meet her there and the heart of evil will be overtaken by surprise. a.c.
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 12:39 AM UTC
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