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If I could sell my soul to the devil, if I could send my soul to hell, I would...
I’d do it in a heart beat, I’d do it in a flash. I’d do it for my brother and sister. I'd do it because I love them. I'd do it because the King does not. He doesn’t love anybody. He only loves himself and that’s the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help me God.
If I could, I would. If I could kill the King I would do so in a heartbeat. I would do so in a flash, but I can’t do such a thing because I am weak. I am small. I am a pussy and I am a wussy so help me God!!!
I am nothing. I do not have the balls to carry out such a vile act of violence. A vile act of murder and a vile act of blasphemy. A killer I am not. To kill, is something I cannot bring myself to do. So instead of being murderer, instead of being a killer I become a crybaby and cry and cry and cry. I cry in my own misery. I weep and cry hoping to die. Praying my soul goes to heaven. Praying my soul don't find its way to hell.
But if it must go to hell, if it must go to that place of fire, that place of eternal flames than so be it. Let it be done. Let my soul burn. Let it fry in the frying pan with the rest of the fallen angels who have fallen into the boiling pot. Let my soul rot away in the flames, let it turn into ashes and fade into the darkness. Let my soul burn so my siblings can be free. Let my soul burn so the King can do no more harm because I am tired of his shit. I am tired of his evil ways and dirty days.
The Crimson King is no good. He is not my father. He is not my real daddy. He is not someone I would call den. He is not my father, I am not his son. He is not my real daddy because a real daddy, a true king, would not treat his loved ones the way he does. He would not treat them like peasants. He would not treat them like serfs. He would not hurt them and call them names. He would not break their spirits; he would not break their souls.
This man has got to go. This man has got to die or else I will die a slow and painful death. I will wither away, never to be heard from or seen again. This man has got to die or else I will be forced to take action. I will be forced to do something God may not like me to do.
I wish I had the courage or the balls to take my own life, but sadly I don’t. I cannot sell my soul to the devil because my soul is not for sale. It does not want me to die. It does not want me to go to hell just yet because it is not ready to throw in the towel. It still wants me to fight against the forces of evil because it believes I can win this fight. It believes I can win this war of wars.
My soul wants me to finish the race. It does not care if I finish first or last it just wants me to see it through, it wants me to live my life to the end, regardless of what happens, regardless of what the King says, regardless of what he does.
I believe my soul is the reason why I am still here today. It is why I am still alive to tell my tale. My soul won’t let me do it, it won’t let me sell my soul to the devil, IT WON”T LET ME DIE!! It will not allow me to go to hell because it loves me to much. I love my soul and I am thankful for its kindness its love. I am thankful for still being able to see my brother and sister. I can still see them grow. I can still see them live. I am thankful for being alive and well on this earth.
“Hun” my soul says to me “As long as you are still breathing anything is possible. Anything can happen” I sure hope so, I sure hope so indeed.
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