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They came again. Filled with lust for violence as they charged towards me in their evil pursuit to hurt me. I though it then hence though I was blind as a sand weevil as there was no light in which to see in, still I would dare to put this plan to writ as the newly made dagger engaged sin reflecting their nature back at them. Slit is what I could describe was happening as the tool felt as though it pierced their bone through the flesh and out again. My chagrin; fighting the same way they are, I have known that were I to slay the monster in here, I must become them. And that... is my fear.
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
An Evil (Pt. 3)
They came again. Filled with lust for violence as they charged towards me in their evil pursuit to hurt me. I though it then hence though I was blind as a sand weevil as there was no light in which to see in, still I would dare to put this plan to writ as the newly made dagger engaged sin reflecting their nature back at them. Slit is what I could describe was happening as the tool felt as though it pierced their bone through the flesh and out again. My chagrin; fighting the same way they are, I have known that were I to slay the monster in here, I must become them. And that... is my fear.
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
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