I told him to leave. I told him it was best that he go home. But he just wouldn't listen. He had to stick around. He had to wait for the beast to awaken and by that time it was too late. The table had been set and he was the meal...
Friday, September 26, 2014
Hunger...
I was hungry and so I ate. Does that make me a bad person? Or does that make me a survivor. So what does it matter if I take a few lives here and there. Who cares that Jeff is dead. I did him a favor. I did them all a favor. He was a tormented soul and I released him into eternal rest; into eternal peace.
I told him to leave. I told him it was best that he go home. But he just wouldn't listen. He had to stick around. He had to wait for the beast to awaken and by that time it was too late. The table had been set and he was the meal...
I told him to leave. I told him it was best that he go home. But he just wouldn't listen. He had to stick around. He had to wait for the beast to awaken and by that time it was too late. The table had been set and he was the meal...
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