i watched the soul leave the body before it died and I heard the cries of torture and pain,it gave me that weird sensation again ,it is something I believe in.
locust covered the grave site as dark thoughts infect the mind
whispers of darkness breaking off chunks of sanity. but all of this was inevitable I mean all of the things I’ve seen and experienced from people committing suicide in front of me and befriending a demon. this life I did not ask to be a part of it ,the beings that called themselves my parents were not the ideal parents. the being that called herself my mother was a soul tortured but she tried her best to tell me what I really am.
my sperm donor was a man tormented by hells demons ….literally demons were after his suffering and flesh but he deserved it what a fucking prick.
but here I am a damned soul regurgitated from the bowels of hell placed here among the creation of the bastard son.



divinity died.
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