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Blood~Curse...

Blood~Curse...

Because I have done this, cursed am I
loyal servant of the Dark Lord; I am cursed
on my belly I will slither and snicker away
open my mouth and spit my venom. Drink...
dress of silvery scaly skin coiling around; lost

Cursed are you, cursed as I. The two of us
unbreakable bond between master and slave
remember we were once good but now I'm a
serpent maledictus sliding around in the dirt
eating dust all the days of my life; cursed beast
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Dean Kuch

Satan is an Equal Opportunity Destroyer, moonlight~interlude.
And while he can be bargained with, he's wily, slick and extremely sneaky.
When you make a deal with the Devil you gotta be careful.
You might just get what you ask for.
Well penned, very dark and oppressive, just my style.
~Dean Kuch
☠️~β™₯❀️β™₯~☠️

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zZzleepy

I "might" just get what I ask for? hhhmm interesting...?? ok kidding. Thanking you for stopping by Dean! I will most definitely keep everything you said up there, in mind!Β 
β™₯

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zZzleepy

the pleasure is mine poetess!
thanks for reading alongΒ 
<3

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LULU KING

????? that's all I'm just gonna say because it's just too good

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zZzleepy

killer comment! hahahaΒ 
#DEADASFΒ 

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zZzleepy

thanks for stopping by T!Β 
<3

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T Starbuck

No prob, I really like your stuff.

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