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Transcending to the accordance of shaded light
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My Artform: Finshed I am failing in my current mission, for the very thing I seek is evil. My heart is adapting, the black blood has twisted me, converting the enviorment for the new host. He is sensible and rational, demonic and vain, he is mint for this world. Me, I am tired, I think I'm going to take a nap, he said he'll wake me when it's over, he said he'd wake me when God comes.
