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Heat #79

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The roar of Satan's laughter filled the world.
This pointless death, no sacrifice, just satisfying a passing whim... filled my past.
It didn't matter. It disappeared into my past, into the black emptiness behind me. The past - a place that is no more, that may never have been.
In some way, I had become the executioner and the executed.
Within me, Satan laughed and God understood because I understood. Only now mattered. Only knowing now what must be done mattered.
I was the temple of God. The temple of Satan.
Within me.
And I knew what I had to do.

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    Neville Hunt 6 months ago

    Well I hope it’s do yourself in, you evil baa-lamb!

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    Drew Martyn 6 months ago

    Oooh careful Neville! ;)

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