Yet again he mocks from where he hides, come out, see me, I’ll show you my scars and, I’ll show you the beast, in all its glory, and then it will feast upon your sin!
What Gareth?
Are you afraid of this withered beast?

Yet again he mocks from where he hides, come out, see me, I’ll show you my scars and, I’ll show you the beast, in all its glory, and then it will feast upon your sin!
What Gareth?
Are you afraid of this withered beast?
More words… are they even yours puppet! It’s your master that lurks and hides in the shadows, not me. Your days are literally numbered, tick tock….
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How many more drawing have you made Gareth? How many more images have you pulled from your head? Who’s controlling who? Stop lying to yourself!
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