Confrotation
“I saw you, you coward, sitting there blowing words at me, using the tools in your house to attack me, pen, needles, blades and tent hooks. You had no mercy. I was sitting there all frightened where is all coming from. I saw a vision and it was you using the black magic ritual spells to ruin me. I saw my bedroom as my grave, sitting in a corner ready to be thrown In Hell. I was right it was you. I was so caring toward you but in reality, I didn’t trust you. You had a certain Oura about you which made my flesh crawl but I bided my time. I knew it was you holding that doll poking its eyes out. But one thing that I feel satisfied about is that others are about do it to you. You can’t hide. I won’t do anything but will see karma doing its thing. All I had to do was gather a crowd and let them know it was you.”
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