In every family comes a black sheep, black bird, black lies. The lies roll through the cages of Satan’s door where each word is met with a sinister grin upon its face. See being the blackened sheep can defeat the purpose of loving someone properly. To look in the eye of the other one’s to find love lost, laughs faded, soon to be forgotten forever. So, take the hand of the wicked, feed the ill willed with encouragements. I wish nothing bad on another’s grasp. The grass soon turns greener upon reigned nightfall. A chosen sight for her light beyond mine.
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