My Children Are Hungry
He is a hermit; no one will miss him.
My freezer is empty; the stores have shut down.
This is madness!
I must be insane.
I am a good person.
This is nonsensical.
He is a hermit; no one will know.
I am not starving yet, but things are getting worse.
This is evil!
I am ashamed of my thoughts.
He deserves to live.
What is wrong with me?
He is a hermit; no one would suspect.
I could take him out easy.
He is fleshy; he would fill up my freezer.
I am horrified thinking of him as meat.
Where are these ideas coming from?
Am I possessed by the devil?
He is a hermit. My children are hungry.
It is with deep regret I pick up the rat poison
Downward spiral to my trip to hell.
But my children are hungry.
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