illusion, but then saw the beast and the harlot. They looked like demons, breaking their hold on the M.I.A.
“We come out at night” they said, “stop being blinded in chains, come take a brompton cocktail and we'll burn it down”. It was chapter four of an epic of time wasted. She let out a critical acclaim when she saw the flash of the blade of the gunslinger. His lips of deceit began to desecrate through reverance, as the sidewinder showed
his remenissions. The fight ended with a clairvoyant disease. Here was one her last unholy confessions :
“ Dear god, I won't see you tonight. I'll be waking the fallen to end the rapture, until the end. There will be a radiant eclipse, and all things will end. Through thick and thin, I'll stay unbound. Now is my eternal rest. I shall
see you in the afterlife.” There were dancing dead after her second heartbeat, and it was the wicked end.




