A manifesto of the bizarre. Who is to say no? Don't you dare! As you qualify a deep persuasion realize
it is I who will drag you to your underlying bottom. Tomb you say? Stop being so cocky...I will only
slaughter your best ambitions in order for my laughter to become a past time. While I observe your
desperate clawing, standing dominantly, I may seem to portray an exit. You have so much trust, so much
to express, lend me your hand... this is the way...watch as I mail the grin that contains your slathered
contents. Don't draw back since this is what you desired. I exist as your intimate keeper, stop pulling.
The pain only leads to you. A rabbit shall rise and you will plummet to the enamel that grinds you. Your
outlook is a sin and I am that remedy. In this race the hare always wins!
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