Help me creator

Help me creator

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Not TSaMs‼️ 'You must live on with out me, my love. Serve our leader. Respect him like your creator, because he him. Goodbye darling.' This book is purely from imagination. You're in a cult and your ruthless leader or 'creator' is the representation of dark and loneliness. Which is something you feel through out this tale after the death of your [_____] You must serve your leader, if you do, you'll live. If you don't.... I'll leave it to the first chapter to tell you what happens. Though towards the end, you must face a choice. But what you choose has severe consequences. Choose wisely, reader. Both will lead to your fate of death. Good luck.~
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A place where true love expires, good people get fired and beings are nothing but dust. Where stalkers are heroes, society makes zeroes and madness is not in the crust. Some people are killers, and that's just the pillars of what is essentially rust. When you feel you are mad, but that isn't so bad in a world that is oh so unjust. They'll kill you by car, or from quite afar in a world where all life is fleeting. Don't try to protect, you'll just end up wrecked, for you know their hearts are not beating. They'll kill you my sweet, and not drop a beat, for my story is only just heating. Power means all, even more for the small, but power has a habit of retreating. The bodies mount up, many lives will breakup, as I'm here to just tell a story. Don't look in the hill, though it is quite a thrill, I've heard it can get quite gory. Don't play with the heart, and don't think you're too smart, or you'll die with none of the glory. All are mad from the start, but you played your part, in the world of pure purgatory. Alas look a ghost, be careful you're not toast, you must want to see what I see. Society is ruthless, protection is fruitless, for in madness is when you are free. Perfection is dead, from the wounds we all bled, a cruel fate we did not foresee. While outsiders are safer, if only by a wafer, you can still hear them utter a plea. Now my story is frightening, but oh so inviting, so come now and give it a whirl. I can promise some danger, so don't be a stranger, watch now - we will see it unfurl.

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