HELL IS BECKONING
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Last published Sat, May 11, 2019
Death... death was something totally unheard of to him.
"Sir, what you are suffering from is called Kaikuyu."
Those words alone sent the rigid President's ears inclined towards the strange fellow. This time round his eyes searched motionlessly through his masculine arm as he drew the half fed on apple to his mouth. He saw something that in one way seemed so familiar and yet in another,so strange."
But you know what...
"Nobody chooses his destiny rather fate tells."
Find out what strange thing the president saw on the man's hand, and the phenomenon behind it. Is it part of his fate or is it just a mere thing?
The environment is no longer serene for the globally most powerful president. It no longer "smells of morning in the morning." No, there is something else, something totally wrong, something about him beckoning a 6 ft pit. Something about him tilting towards west and sprawling towards the gates of hell. Heaven won't take his soul and neither will hell. Hang on and listen to the tale, the tale your grandmother never told you.
A tale of pure deceit.
"We need your blood... All of it!"
"Please why don't you just..."
"No games scum... I don't recall missing my kindergarten classes"." Not especially playing classes, at least not those ones!" ...
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