All I am (Completed)
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Contenido adultoConcluida jue, nov 26, 20151h 19m
The balance of the universe is all about the balance of the forces. If one power is stronger than another then the earth would literally turn upside down and everyone and everything would die or cease to exist- that is in theory.
I thought it was some hoax to make sure that the on going war between the heavens and the underworld does not end and underworld forces do not win.
What if it is true and all I have to do is make everything right and we all go back to our lives?
I mean, I have reason to believe that this was a fable and this is my time to prove that I am better than god and all of his creations.
Fuck, I am one of his creations.
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