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Little devil.
Paid off my debt to the devil.
Got cold feet when death asked me if I would like to dance.
I took the revolver from her hands and pointed it at my head and pulled the trigger.
5 clicks and a smirk slithered across my face.
Told her I had fun and left.
Kissed the corpse of my lover goodnight as I fed my hound's what was left of our daughter.
moth king,my brother has returned from his third cycle to see me off on my journey.
The devil stands at my door with my blade in his hand and a twinkle in his eye.
Got cold feet when death asked me if I would like to dance.
I took the revolver from her hands and pointed it at my head and pulled the trigger.
5 clicks and a smirk slithered across my face.
Told her I had fun and left.
Kissed the corpse of my lover goodnight as I fed my hound's what was left of our daughter.
moth king,my brother has returned from his third cycle to see me off on my journey.
The devil stands at my door with my blade in his hand and a twinkle in his eye.
Published 10th Aug 2018
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