Blessed is what life can be. Beautiful skies made ONLY for the true to see.
Evil shall become Evil and be nothing more. And to be evil, is to feel warped and wicked ways, feed it, and then it feasts upon your soul.
Shred your useless flesh. Tarring your insides out, and eventually, all worse is done until you truly see what evil is and it terrifies you.
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