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Unholy inversion of hopeTwisting the faith of the meek into hate
Driven insane by the dark one;
To bring forth the foul biddings, he speaks.
The undead are among us, at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds.
They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck.
His spires are growing taller still;
Their shadows spreading throughout the land;
Freeing the evils that sleep within
THE WEAKER MINDS OF MAN
The world is full of suffering, but I am no cure.
The future matters to me.
I try NOT to be one of the sheep.
I'd rather have the few BEST friends that I have than have a lot of fake friends.
Also If you say stupid things I will call you on it.
If you complain to me expect no
kindness from me.
Expect to be ridiculed and beaten verbally. heart
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scream scream scream scream scream scream scream
Get me some pie or you're [******** dead.