The Spell

J Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen
0 Altın Yaprak
The Spell Does pure evil exist or is made by the religious to scare us and fall into the embrace of a god that may not have our interest at heart. It began a few days ago when I noticed someone or something was trying to take over my mind. When parking I scraped another car, I broke the mirror driving too close to a bin. It was then I saw it, malevolent eyes painted outside my house, I looked up saw the shadow of Satan on a flagpole his laughter echoed and echoed on my soul, but I shouted back, called him and his imps scum. I knew a spell had been cast upon me and took action I painted the eyes yellow and green, the water leak in the kitchen stopped. I had won because my mind was much stronger than the person who had cast the spell.

Bu şiire çeviri ekle ·

Bu şiiri puanla

Henüz puan verilmemiş

Yıldıza dokunarak 1–10 arası puan ver

Yorumlar

Yorum yapmak için giriş yapmalısın.

Giriş yap

Bu şiire henüz yorum yapılmamış. İlk sen ol.

Sana daha iyi bir okuma deneyimi sunabilmek için sitemizde çerez kullanıyoruz. Kişisel verilerin KVKK ve GDPR kapsamında işlenir; hangi çerezlere izin verdiğini dilediğin zaman değiştirebilirsin.