When the question of the where about of your sting was asked, because of the burden and task he bore. My little mind could only conclude, that of your venom we will not include. I read of your victorious defeat, six feet down you were buried beneath.
I despise you, you enter a home without a call on phone. You enter a family and take either the familiar or unfamiliar. At a time you are expected, you appear not, at the time we forget your existence, we experience your appearance.
If I have a wish it will be to know how you switch, to know your schedule, to know your next victim. I will wish to know your route, to know if you will come in from easth, west, south or north.
You dont put into consideration anyone's emotion, how self-centered you are. You make the young, old, big and small, rich and poor feel same way.
Your thought makes us cautious, because you are unpredictable, this is actually why I dont feel comfortable, when I remember you exist.
My consolation is you are a door, just that you open without being told to. You are the entry and exit between now and life after. HTEAD
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