NOT A DREAM.

PRESTON:

Forgiveable sins... Let me just slit your throat..Let me count the droplets of blood oozing from from you.... Let me bend your bones into miniature curves that depict our human souls... Let me pain with blues and black... Shades of gray and white touches...

Let me look into your eyes... Let me cause the hypnosis...Make you slay and slaughter your kin... Destroy your brother cause he is named after your mother... Let me Rub your smile away... Hold on don't cry I'm not done yet.....

I am a God...And gods don't feel remorse...We don't cry or laugh...We don't smile or love... So we don't hate or regret... I'll forgive you I promise... That's the lie you live with... Fighting the fight on behalf of your father!

My father fought so will I? Now come closer... Let me cock mg weapon and point it on your face now... I want to see you shiver... Piss your clothing... Suffer distress... Warning beeps of your heart because it's just about to collapse....Now you understand.... I'm deprived of feeling... But I'm filled with despise... I can't look at your faces twice....

Now a brotherly talk... Why kill a son because of the sins of the father...OK let me now slit your wrist... Let's sit down and watch you fade away... Slowly as life escapes you.... Lets talk and laugh....Let's celebrate your death...No let me celebrate your death.... We lack that logic....

Now open your eyes... This is not a dream!

©Hurt_Surgeon2017


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