“Anyone cut by the Executioner’s Sword—
will, without exception, meet their death.”
An evening stroll under the shaded trees. Destined to atone from the start. Falling leaves at the mercy of a gentle breeze. Judgment binding a rotting heart. Understanding the weakness of a criminal, optimism becomes subliminal. Understanding the weakness of victims, day after day, failed systems. All rise, and rejoice. Gaze upon the glow of salvation. Let destiny pour through your voice. Guilty, confiscation. Leaves scatter without appeal.
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“Anyone cut by the Executioner’s Sword—