Deceit, a game played by all who claim to love you when the end is near. They strike out at our kindness and play with all of our affections to the point where all that we thought we knew is burned and fruitless in our lives. Destruction, the bounty of deceit itself, overwhelms the soul as one struggles to find purpose and meaning. The whispers of lies and torturing truths, driving one to insanity, making one loathe themself and all that which has to do with them. Screams of anguish pierce the air as one falls to their knees. A single sound begging for all of the hellish terror to stop, to be released of the world and die without these torments binding them with their soft unbreakable chains. But the cries are useless, as one collapses onto the ground, sobbing and begging for the end to come, for their sins to be washed away.
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