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Stairway To Hell.
A sad story repeated to me at the orphanage this teenager in a dream seeing a scene stern her father staring, screaming, scolding his own dad, too old stumbling with a cane, helplessly hoping trying to help her baby, suckling for life wrapped in a robe. Cold the cobblestones the guard dog lying frozen, so afraid of the crow flying down to her mother, her sad face in disgrace behind the parapet of the stone wall hiding. There a stairway to hell and burning the devil dancing the father to hurt his wife, child and baby daughter. The grandfather weeping away - “Why was my son ever born that I may damn him now, never more in my mind will I see him again forgotten now.” What say thee who read this in tears? The sins of men for their pleasure, bound in evil to swear and curse Gabriel the angel with his sword. May he strike with vengeance destroying evil of existence, vanishing into fragments. The devils hell burning into nothingness.
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