Requiem hour

what the heck am I doing? well almost eleven, no one on, I never sleep so... well from the bowels of my sadistic evil mind come this monster. a tale of unholy porportions

Prolouge: time's up
what is your fear? death, reptiles, bugs? fear is marvelous, fear governs out lives and we don't even know it. Mortals bend fear to suit their needs. they use it to celebrate. however, I use it to end and begin. to feel sorrow, to Requiem in the hour that we need it. then the dead can mass.

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