Divine got Me!
- Justin Scott Cooper Cole
- Jan 31
- 1 min read
I choke thee!!! Alas, it tis not by my hand.
Yes, Si, Oui, it tis she, that shall wrap her fingers tightly around thy neck. Squeezing gently, tightly, and impossibly enchantingly exquisitely delectable sweet justice from thee. Lady Karma dictates that she serves best to each what thou has sewn.
Why the long face? We all incur as the evolutionary journey progresses. Take thy hits, thy scars and inflicted wounds, and heal from within, to raise up bigger, better, and wiser along thy highest timeline.
She wraps her fingers around thy neck, her enchanting melody silences thy cries. Piercing the air, she tightens her grip, fate's conductor orchestrating the demise In the depths. She whispers sweet nothings as her grip constricts ever so..
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