Reaper
Wednesday, 30. April 2008, 00:10:00
The Angel of Death is always there, hovering, waiting to land. To embrace me for eternity. But I have work yet to do. So I pray. And work. Swat the demons like pesky fucking mosquitoes. Life is very simple, really.

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