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scumfuck

March 24, 2020

Alive, the bastard breathes extinction of the sky. I know his breed, his sins will rot, but never abye. He'll debase everyone and everything that is nigh. And despoil forever, till the day the world may die.

Slaver of innocents and slave to a damn ghoul. A fucker of ataraxia with eyes seethed in tilleul. An avatar for savagery, fucker reeks of the slum. Hums with a dithered voice, face glisters of glum.

The unwelcome demeanor of his is displeasing. The uneasiness in his obscure limbs, unceasing. And the fact that he's a prophet of this earth... I wish I was aborted or born fucking stillbirth.