Slowly, falling into the despair of those forgotten, only to realize that the demons are coming hungry for blood.
Through the thresholds of time, we find that everything in our lives come to an end.
So I lay here, waiting for the inevitable to come, with those red roses revealing each of my sins.
Lust.
Envy.
Wrath.
Vanity.
Welcome to hell, all those who have entered my own personal paradise, filled with suffering and damned souls crying for forgiveness. I offer my most humble welcomes and extend a special offer to those looking for a little...clemency--what little I have. The only thing that I ask is that you tender your flawed and stationary psyche, and I offer you a warning in substitution: Don't believe your eyes, don't believe your ears, don't believe anything that you are, were, or think you will be. For if you do, you shall sure fall into my trap, and I shall kill you slowly under these illusions.
Just sit tight, and listen to what I say, for this may be the most life saving, and important thing you listen.
Forget everything about yourself, who you think you are, will be, or can be. Listen to me, and everything I say, for that's the only way you will survive in this world of illusions.
If you want to survive in this world of mine, remain quiet, and listen, your first time begins in the next edition of Blood Dancer.
Iniquity's Genres: Erotic, Dark, Spiritual, Death, Pain, Misc, Whatever floats my boat
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