The Angel Of Death walks among us. There are those that he does not seek their soul, but only to torment. He tantalizes them with bits of love and happiness and then pulls it away only to leave the tormented soul empty and lifeless. He makes the tormented lonely and deeply saddened to the horrors of tormented life. He milks the poor creature for all the turmoiled emotions he can. He makes life on this Earth a living hell. The Angel Of Death does not come for all, he likes for a chosen few to come to him for release.
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Keep coming back to this picture. Very poignant. Where is the mother? Where is anyone.
Makes our gluttony at Christmas taste like sawdust
The Angel Of Death walks among us. There are those that he does not seek their soul, but only to torment. He tantalizes them with bits of love and happiness and then pulls it away only to leave the tormented soul empty and lifeless. He makes the tormented lonely and deeply saddened to the horrors of tormented life. He milks the poor creature for all the turmoiled emotions he can. He makes life on this Earth a living hell. The Angel Of Death does not come for all, he likes for a chosen few to come to him for release.
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