The blasphemy hangs on the wall like a dirty mirror you hate to see your own damn reflection in. It cocks its head like it's better than you, and you know the truth is that it's almost true. But I'll hand it to you. You're persistent. You cover yourself in silence, but i will discover you. We will see the end of this or you will be swept up in
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