As the poison is making its way to the very soul of human beings, stirring up the delicious crimson liquid that lies underneath the very humble physical being, the mechanism has changed. The days are long forgotten, being the shadow of unnervingly mocking darkness. The squeaking noise let out from the fracture of a broken soul is angelic to the ears of conniving forces.
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