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Hunting of the evil and downtrodden II;

My son. come forth, and listen closely to what I say,
For, whom now is your teacher… if not for me… mine son;
It is not enough, to torture and kill the physical body
but the spirit & the mind must be broken
Whether one leaves them alive
in pain an regret,
makin delicious sounds of their sufferin,
or one leads them down the winding paths of death,
too their eternal judgment,
Or if one takes the darker roads
Going further, much further, mine son…
Studying the arts of necromancy,
to summon the departed, at ones will,
possibly rebuilding the dead into the image of ones desire
In my tomes, of life an of death, and the levels of transcendence
in there are written the answers to these,
and questions you yet to know and wonder
For I have mastered these unto the next,
An artist that works in light and dark,
but no… know that I am not the master
Their name I will not utter here,
but in a place, reserved for them;
```~~~… … …~~~```
Written by deadwolf
Author's Note
a second write of one that I wrote around 7 - 10 years ago... Hunting of the Evil and downtrodden
Pic is from a drawin I did some 7 - 10 years ago also, before loss of vision started few years back...
Used plain white paper, pencil, an colored pencil... never really finished it... still work in progress,,,
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