day 170 . sightless

his eyes gone absorbed by the noxious cesspool of condemnation thriving inside aroused by the divine thoughts of 

slaughter of the lost souls parading silver tongued evil possessing the shape of 

innocent mischief luring in the free will replacing it with memories of 

deserted paradise and promises of greater things never to fulfill 

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