I whispered with the devil and he told me what to do

Mon, 03/04/2019 - 12:01 -- n.n

I whispered with the devil and he told me what to do. He said some people might not like it, even me, and it's true. Whether it's a noose around my neck, or a bullet in my head, he said he doesn't care at all; he just needs me dead.

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Jerrod Adams

Nice

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