I just received a letter from my childhood friend. He died…
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I just received a letter from my childhood friend. He died ten years ago
Why, WWWWWW!!!!?
Every Night and days, 360th, 361st, 362nd...365th, why are you still bothering me, why, In the name of our Almighty lord, why, you, a Blasphemy, a heretic! A bastard...
for 10 years, for 40 Summers, I never get true peaces even just 1 day from you, Duke Windson, the start of everything, the torment for 10 years and 36500 days with countless hours.
I writing down everything with my blood and tears, perhaps something called sweat, but I can't truly understand what I am writing, as explain or just echo of my own tortued souls in days and nights of screaming nigthmarish sleep.
Every Night, you would visit, Duke Windson, you were, you are and you will, haunted my soul, draging me back to that cursed, nameless island called Turtle island. Behold what you and your corpse worshipers claimed as Miracle from your Blespehmous Master,
Ahh, why, Duke Windson, why do you turn my kindness to torment for me, and your tree, your tree of life, How dare you, you took the life of Miko, you took the life of everyone on that island, and claimed you release them from the torment of death? You said that mortal's life, Wealthy or poor, peasant or Noble, sick or healthy, fortune or misfortunate, all just a long, tortured process to wait for death. You want to explained this as your poetic release and ascension?
That night, You, and your master, the cursed..I could't use even the most blasphemous word been created in this language to describe that, anyway. Every of them, boys, girls, students, teachers, notherless, become what I can described as living Nightmare, just likw what happened 5 centuries ago.to http://ago.to those missionaries and tribes of pitiful locals whom knew the truth.
You, Windson, I want to accuse you, because of you, each of them has a flower on their back, on their head, each of them, no exception, but, why do you left me keep conscious while Miko been infected by your plague of damned.
Ah, Tree of life， Yggdrasil，you didn't bring Plague but death and despair. Ah, YOUR servant, a doomed being whom once a pathetic sick man, while now a carrier of your plague walk on Earth, bring everyone, to your embrace.
Ah, for days and nights, I still can't forget how unimaginable that was to be seated on that bus to the living hell. everyone become something between live and dead, but believed they been blessed and granted immortality.
Ah, Yggdrasil, your root dragging deep to the soil of this cursed island, and become part of this cursed island, Ah, Yggdrasil, countless souls been dragged to you after they live and die, and been absorbed Ah, Yggdrasil, your root were never satisfied with their situation, they would not, they would expand, they would expand days and nights, they would expands, and all of us, will only have two pathes. Become part of you, been granted blessed gifts to become part of your corpse worshippers sing day and night for their Almighties. Otherwise, they would be dragged, and sacrificed in the most unspeakable way, beyond ethic and moral of humanity since the civilization.
Ah, it's you Duke, it's you again, do you remember that verses? I am Ozmendes, king of kings, Mighty, Despair... Just like my life, no cue of regression for giving you kindness, a soul been damned. I know, before you dragging me to your garden of Metamorphasis, I want to wr..ri..wri...writ...e soemt..hi..ng, just something.
Ah, yggdrasil, the lord of death, the carrier to immortality, the place full of happiness and miracle for eternity.
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Why, WWWWWW!!!!?
Every Night and days, 360th, 361st, 362nd...365th, why are you still bothering me, why, In the name of our Almighty lord, why, you, a Blasphemy, a heretic! A bastard...
for 10 years, for 40 Summers, I never get true peaces even just 1 day from you, Duke Windson, the start of everything, the torment for 10 years and 36500 days with countless hours.
I writing down everything with my blood and tears, perhaps something called sweat, but I can't truly understand what I am writing, as explain or just echo of my own tortued souls in days and nights of screaming nigthmarish sleep.
Every Night, you would visit, Duke Windson, you were, you are and you will, haunted my soul, draging me back to that cursed, nameless island called Turtle island. Behold what you and your corpse worshipers claimed as Miracle from your Blespehmous Master,
Ahh, why, Duke Windson, why do you turn my kindness to torment for me, and your tree, your tree of life, How dare you, you took the life of Miko, you took the life of everyone on that island, and claimed you release them from the torment of death? You said that mortal's life, Wealthy or poor, peasant or Noble, sick or healthy, fortune or misfortunate, all just a long, tortured process to wait for death. You want to explained this as your poetic release and ascension?
That night, You, and your master, the cursed..I could't use even the most blasphemous word been created in this language to describe that, anyway. Every of them, boys, girls, students, teachers, notherless, become what I can described as living Nightmare, just likw what happened 5 centuries ago.to http://ago.to those missionaries and tribes of pitiful locals whom knew the truth.
You, Windson, I want to accuse you, because of you, each of them has a flower on their back, on their head, each of them, no exception, but, why do you left me keep conscious while Miko been infected by your plague of damned.
Ah, Tree of life， Yggdrasil，you didn't bring Plague but death and despair. Ah, YOUR servant, a doomed being whom once a pathetic sick man, while now a carrier of your plague walk on Earth, bring everyone, to your embrace.
Ah, for days and nights, I still can't forget how unimaginable that was to be seated on that bus to the living hell. everyone become something between live and dead, but believed they been blessed and granted immortality.
Ah, Yggdrasil, your root dragging deep to the soil of this cursed island, and become part of this cursed island, Ah, Yggdrasil, countless souls been dragged to you after they live and die, and been absorbed Ah, Yggdrasil, your root were never satisfied with their situation, they would not, they would expand, they would expand days and nights, they would expands, and all of us, will only have two pathes. Become part of you, been granted blessed gifts to become part of your corpse worshippers sing day and night for their Almighties. Otherwise, they would be dragged, and sacrificed in the most unspeakable way, beyond ethic and moral of humanity since the civilization.
Ah, it's you Duke, it's you again, do you remember that verses? I am Ozmendes, king of kings, Mighty, Despair... Just like my life, no cue of regression for giving you kindness, a soul been damned. I know, before you dragging me to your garden of Metamorphasis, I want to wr..ri..wri...writ...e soemt..hi..ng, just something.
Ah, yggdrasil, the lord of death, the carrier to immortality, the place full of happiness and miracle for eternity.
#entertainment
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