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He wasn't somebody with claws and teeth pointed out. Nor did he own wings that protruded elegantly from his beautiful back. Well, you may witness these uncanny features of his once his emotions are played with. But trust me, you wouldn't want to be the spectator of such fury and wrath. You wouldn't want to discern much barbarous deed with your colourless eyes. You would never want to die with all the brutality. You don't want to be in hell, even when it calls out to your dying soul. May he have mercy on the sinful, the unknown devil, the devil chortling on other's tragedies. Or may he perish the evil. jk. js published, 20 nov' 21 end, unknown.
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