Do you wish to steal? What was the purpose? What is needed can be given. Your hands need not be removed. Love will see to supply, to quench, to dry.
Do you wish to murder, to rape, to torture? Then you will be murdered. Not once but twice over. You will be erased and your bone dust fed into the canyon's winds.
Some individuals are far too dangerous for a "civil" societie's slow, corruptible functions. A more natural form of order, of law must be ushered in. The predation of the predator, so to speak.
All are equal and none escape. What is sensed cannot be forgotten. Will not be erased for fear of the pain's cohesive, impenetrable return. The mind of the psychopath is the endless labyrinth. A jail all it's own, in a magnitude that few can understand, let alone tolerate. Our prisons only encourage the hall's growth. For new additions on the mansion's architecture.
Strength governs above all. The strength of will, of the truth. The strength of love.
I used to feel deja vu.
Now I just feel annoyed. So annoyed that I'm disgusted.
If it were up to me, I'd empty Hell of every inhabitant and erase their footprint from the beach's sand. Such things that inhabit a place of this conjecturing cannot be trusted to stay there, to exist forever. They'd wish to over-run, to escape. Such is how any system that governs the guilty through arduous labor behind concrete will eventually find itself.
Overwhelmed, ruined and devoured.
Satan would be out of a job but then again, that guy was probably never a big fan of his assigned role in the first place. Maybe it was never Satan that was the bad guy. Satan is power. Power by what means is the question which must inevitably be answered.
I think it's the bad guys that Mr. Satan watches over that are the antagonists.
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