The lord was perpetually watching you!

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THE LORD WAS PERPETUALLY WATCHING YOU! You might utter an infinite abuses on eternally spell-binding creation; in the most nonchalantly decaying of gutter pipe; where there dared not creep even the most parsimoniously uninterested of soul, You might abominably execute an infinite dastardly lies; in the realms of meaninglessly menacing wilderness; where there dared not creep even the most ethereally lackadaisical of soul, You might indiscriminately massacre an infinite innocent scalps; in the invidiously asphyxiating blackness of solitary midnight; where there dared not creep even the most fecklessly cowardly of soul, You might sadistically wail an infinite tunes of death; in the aisles of demonically terrorizing hell; where there dared not creep even the most transiently anomalous of soul, You might parasitically suck an infinite droplets of new-born blood; in the ominously thwarted labyrinths of the ominously cold-blooded dungeons; where there dared not creep even the most fugitively mercurial of soul, You might sacrilegiously manipulate an infinite lives like lifeless commodities; in a despicably dying mist of nothingness; where there dared not creep even the most parsimoniously invisible of soul, You might intransigently ridicule an infinite maimed and blind children; in the deserts of hopelessly crucifying boredom; where there dared not creep even the most inconspicuously intangible of soul, You might abhorrently bombard an infinite civilizations of newness; in the midst of devastatingly pin-drop sleep and cadaverous silence; where there dared not creep even the most penuriously deteriorating of soul, You might satanically poison an infinite elements of altruistic simplicity; in the worthlessly livid vacuum that profanely existed between heaven and hell; where there dared not creep even the most incomprehensibly invisible of soul, You might malevolently steal an infinite moments of happiness from the symbiotic; in the graveyards of fetidly exacerbated extinction; where there dared not creep even the most despairingly disappearing of soul, You might torturously blind an infinite pristinely enchanting of eyes; in the hideously moonless blackness; where there dared not creep even the most


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