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Thou art Judas in but feminine form, a rose with no petals, just prickly thorns. You whisper and converse with the devils wherein your shadows & silhouettes are born. Veiled in a disguise considered truth and level, yet for those seeking the reality, they shall see upon your head those hellish horns. You are a succubus born and bred, filled with hatred and scorn. Preying on innocent people by pretending to be a "friend" when in reality, you are the devil's first born.
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Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
Thou art Judas
Thou art Judas in but feminine form, a rose with no petals, just prickly thorns. You whisper and converse with the devils wherein your shadows & silhouettes are born. Veiled in a disguise considered truth and level, yet for those seeking the reality, they shall see upon your head those hellish horns. You are a succubus born and bred, filled with hatred and scorn. Preying on innocent people by pretending to be a "friend" when in reality, you are the devil's first born.
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Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
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