the perfect sin
The perfect sin
Its fruit bears false prophecy; it is a white stallion commanding war and mayhem. Its seeds sow the earth into Chaos, and its plants dub the trees worth the dough.
The heroine
I read books...a lot. I have schizoaffective disorder and narcoleptic shock waves. My mind is on a mission, a mission of peace and prosperity.
The obstacle
I tend to be attracted to beautiful women of pale skin or brown eyes. My sexuality is quivering. It masturbates in thoughts. I can't quite speak to it because she is Satan. I know only to keep her pure and virgin.
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