Angel, my beloved daughter. I'm writing to you from a lovely place in hell. The sun don't shine here, the demon's are singing, the trees are dead and thay don't bloom here. I can see you through the dead branches capturing the golden rays. You are langhing and i love to see you laugh. I have been here for several years in a unusual grave. I'm meeting some extraordinary people we read from the black bible.
We have dwellings among us, none other then the death angel's and the demons. And guess wh…
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Posted on November 3, 2009 at 8:24pm —