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Lopende, voor het eerst gepubliceerd jul. 12, 2019
It's approaching
600 pounds gas and flesh
Robes in tatters
It's approaching
Lips and tongue abhorrent
Flickering lexicon
Or a stray dog pack leader

Hide hide, all good people hang out for a result
Hide dive hide, reasonable people in silence do exult
Realm of dusk

The Northerns
Look at the North ones
Their brains are unhinged by the sun

Rare stone
Our [faecesfaces] are rare stone
It comes to take them
Move out the armies
Alle rechten voorbehouden
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𝐌𝐞𝐭•𝐚•𝐧𝐨𝐢•𝐚 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭... 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬 (𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲) 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞. 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫. 𝐥𝐦𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐥 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 :) 𝐗𝐨𝐗𝐨, 𝐑𝐊 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟐/𝟐𝟖/𝟐𝟏 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝: _ _ _
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.
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