A beautiful lies inside me crying and hold his killing sensation, express his feeling to the miss murder. He stood still and, staring to the sky, pray to the God, "Thank you, pain". He wait all night to cut the winter with The Sentinent. He knows that when the bough breaks, the synopsis of his murder will have the rise and fall.
He saw that his masters were all born dead and buried alive, because he had to take a bow, everything in the trophy kill, and in between business suits and combat boots will forget tomorrow and he feels no guilt.
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