Un Desalmado En El Infierno.
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Last published Sat, Sep 3, 2016
Dichosa sea la hora de tu muerte porque tu alma será entregada a un demonio como el destino del resto, yo por mi parte ya no poseo una y por ello tendré mi castigo en las vivas llamas de la hoguera más candente de todo el infierno.
Una sola manera hay de proclamar lo que es nuestro y esa es arrebatándolo aun si eso implica enfrentarse a un poder descomunal que tan sólo con su presencia te parta el culo en dos.
Bienaventurados todos los que quieran imitar mis obras, les advierto de buena manera que si se ponen en mi contra o intentan reemplazarme, el castigo que a mi será aplicado en las tinieblas les parecerá cosa de niños, ya que en ustedes recaerá con todavía más furia.
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