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Evil.
Don't trust me.
I will implant my demonic seeds..
Into your pure being.
Your happy,
Your innocence,
Will now me demolished.
Your eyes,
My self,
Your soul
Is my wealth.
Your blood,
My drink,
Your screams,
My salvation.
Cut.
Cut.
Cut.
I will implant my demonic seeds..
Into your pure being.
Your happy,
Your innocence,
Will now me demolished.
Your eyes,
My self,
Your soul
Is my wealth.
Your blood,
My drink,
Your screams,
My salvation.
Cut.
Cut.
Cut.
Published 26th Dec 2014
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27th Dec 2014 6:55am
It does end on a bit of a short note. However it does kind of a uneasy feeling. Of trusting the wrong people that lead them to their death. I think the words should be a explained a more but other than that I liked it.
27th Dec 2014 11:54pm
29th Dec 2014 3:04am
31st Jan 2015 4:10pm
When you say "Cut!" three times at the end I wonder if that's you as a director calling the shots. Kind of hope so, considering possible alternatives.
