“Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm. ”
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onsdag den 5. september 2012
Pontus' Pearl
Thoughtless aristocrats masquerading as thieves
An unforgetful love camouflaging as hatred
The pending cloaked as their past
Inevitable betrayel hidden behind a trust
Unspoken words masked as honesty
Secrets in disguise
torsdag den 14. april 2011
Conviction
The prosecutor looked upon the young withered man - whose head hung low in humility and shame- with an expression seemingly aware that his actions were to be rightfully judged.
A lack of any compassion and a sense of underlaying mocking were in the clear tone in which the demon joyfully spoke:
"You shall be tortured, spending an indefinite amount of time feeling the acid on your skin slowly burning through to your organs - searingly and without even a hint of mercy - as your fragile frame tears you apart and by the dark prince of the underworld, you will completely disappear into the nothingness of which you came."
The man gazed back at Lucifer, admitting his defeat but not quite prepared to permanately leave the life he somehow had already left.
A lack of any compassion and a sense of underlaying mocking were in the clear tone in which the demon joyfully spoke:
"You shall be tortured, spending an indefinite amount of time feeling the acid on your skin slowly burning through to your organs - searingly and without even a hint of mercy - as your fragile frame tears you apart and by the dark prince of the underworld, you will completely disappear into the nothingness of which you came."
The man gazed back at Lucifer, admitting his defeat but not quite prepared to permanately leave the life he somehow had already left.
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