Judgment
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Last published Wed, Nov 6, 2024
It's been five long years since those words first graced our screens.
"This is Judgment speaking"
Those goddamn words. My stomach sinks even thinking about them.
"This is Judgment speaking"
That fucking proclamation that heralds the confessions of that mad man.
"This is Judgment speaking"
Telling the city what he'd done with the confidence that there was nothing that could stop him.
"This is Judgment speaking"
Could just be the God complex but it makes me sick, how he played judge, jury, and executioner with this city for five fucking years.
"This is Judgment speaking"
I just honestly can't wait to see the day that we catch that lunatic piece of shit and he gets what he deserves.
"This is Judgment speaking"
Then maybe this city can sleep easily again.
"This is Judgment speaking"
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