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It was only human nature
to go walking with the devil in the valley of temptation, where promises of pleasure abound. Lulled by the intoxicating lure of reckless abandon, he succumbed to those whims of wretched decadence. Now, his soul screams in agony as lifeblood seeps from the razor blade smile under his chin and they slice him up the middle before shedding the skin like some stag left hanging from the branch of an old oak tree, where a black cloud of flies feeds upon his blood. So, if you find yourself tempted to go sleeping with the enemy behind the scars of bad experience, just remember: There is always a price to pay.
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