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#Miscontorted. When stepping into the orbit of such misfortune you often leave with limbs and organs contorted, blade to the neck of his slut daughter just so he can get ahead of the tales like flippin quarters pure horror in my mind, i barely could fathom it, images of crimson tends to course through the back of his mind, conversations with baphomets rise concerning the decline of the patience i have for him , i made it clear, that his tendencies wasn't respected, you approaching goats, with broken hopes, get your persona corrected, before he loses everything he knows, like where aromas detected caught 'em lackin' he wanted the action i told this faggot to avoid the malice couple ratchets that stay with the poles like stripper asses shots go off and your whole center fold, body leakin' thats how the blood river rose , Within seconds the paramedics were here to examine his fate, seems the grim within couldn't be handled or contained, so when i gripped on my pen it slowly started to canvas my rage, should i repent so i could reach the heavenly gates or switch up the vision, maybe i shouldnt kill him, from the looks of it, this clown was ready for a bit of sadism, what time is it, we only waiting on the minute hand, thought to myself like nah lemme get to scriptin' the pentagram, its about 9 to 10, so i think its time i choose, maybe show him a bit of shotty horror, when i pull that out of the arsenal, shit come with a kick so sometimes its kind of hard to use,