The game

moco

so you thought that you had beat me thought that you had won I lay hidden giggling as you did your victory dance knowing that In time I would show myself again. Growing stronger than ever before. I know you can feel me as the pain takes you to the floor I hear your crys your moans begging God to make it all go away.. You can not escape my wrath I will destroy all your hopes and dreams to test your faith as I move through your body like a fucking snake spreading my seed poisoning every organ as it flows through your blood stream look at you now all skin and bone the bags under your eyes as dark as the night sky your cold skin a pale gray those beautiful cherry lips now with a blueish tint and your hair has all blown away. You are fading fast with every passing day but the game is not over not until you rot and as you take your last breath know that I have won and I will take my victory dance on top of your grave

 

 

 

  • Author: moco (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 20th, 2023 07:51
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