Abilene
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Last published Sun, Jun 17, 2018
"Blessed are the Dead, for they are free from the chains of desire, pain and suffering."
What a load of crap.
The dead are easily manipulated, and their only purpose is to do the biding of their master.
And while I struggled with my ability, I learned to love and accept it. In fact, I grew to especially love standing over their graves and listening to them beg for freedom, and struggle to get out.
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