If I could for one moment, borrow this coward. Simple as he is, a man none the less
"Who, I say, among you have Faith."
and.. Able to compose thought." Staggard; Please, Thomas Staggard." A sigh echoed a distant weak response.
"Was it worth the Death?"
Broken, his thoughts went to when his daughter was young.Her laughter; That last ray of light, cresting upon mountain tips, insisting upon innocence and truth.
Death gnawed upon the flap of flesh. Lapping blood as a blind drunkard. Ruthless, with purpose; filling the gaps between fight and feast.
"Again no, not one, fucking thanx."
"...should I just go to Smiths' and get some bacon."
"Tell me does Binky know when it's time to go."flinching, Thomas quipped.
Death pondered which part of him he'd like to play show and tell with.
"LOOK,YOU FUCK...... I've seen life!!!" leaves shuffle softly.A cool breeze spreads dew, leaf to leaf.
"and, ffffiptttt, fupppptttt.Remember, its early yet, so take your time."
why not just say the catholics are wrong
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