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Thunder struck as the heavy rain storm continued on. Two spouses are having a conversation.
"I know not, Mary. Believe me, I don't."
Mary sighed.
"Joseph, I can't bear a child, thou know it, right?"
"Yes, I know."
They heard a knock on the door.
"..."
"Mary, thou need not worry. I shall see who it is. Thou go and rest."
Mary nodded, and went wherein she sleeps. Joseph answered the door. He saw a young man, hooded and soaking wet from the heavy rain.
"God be with you, good sir."
"Young man! Whatever art thou do in the rain?"
"Forgive thy ignorance, farmer, can thy rest within thou's humble abode?"
"Yes! Come in, child."
He urges the man in, and sits him on the chair. He took a cloth, and covered the wet clothing of the young man.
"I thank thee."
"What art thou's name, child?"
"Thy name is given by God as [REDACTED]."
He unhood himself and Joseph froze for he has seen the most mesmerizing, eye-catching and scariest face he have ever seen.
ѕιℓνєя нαιя ωιтн ρυяρℓє єуєѕ.
ѕιℓνєя нαιя ωιтн ρυяρℓє єуєѕ.
ѕιℓνєя нαιя ωιтн ρυяρℓє єуєѕ.
Those words rang inside Joseph's mind, then he began to hear other words.
wAkE uP, jOsEpH.
wAkE uP
wAkE uP
wAkE uP
wAkE uP.
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Once upon a time,
there was a farmer.
He was kind,
and caring for his neighbors and very loving to his wife.
The man's name is [REDACTED].
The farmer is very benevolent,
very merciful and very strong.
To save his city,
he proceeded to kill -----STATIC-----,
MAny of them died that night.
The farmer then -(ɯnɹpəɹəp əʌəɹʎouə ıu ɥıs ɔıʇʎ)- passed away,
leaving his wife with her son alone.
On his last breath,
he said to his wife;
(?ʎon ʞɐɟıɹs sɥɐll qə pəɔəıʌə.?) I loveth thou and thine's child,
farewell.
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