Ulrik

Josephine schultz

What happens when you sleep in school, and shall never sleep again. Forever more, never again the Ulrik Petersen. Hark, twas a night of horror for the living. The grace of death only has the demise of stealing, killing, and to destroy. He and his underlyings watch as their plan comes to an end of prosperity. The scheme has intent of purloin evil. simple, but hard to achieve, however when the mind is so turned and twisted... the head pops off with no friction, through time. The crowned thief have won. The living have lost. Take head, be watchful of the living, have love to show them. Then the mind will be filled with dreams of all sorts instead of the expiration of a life.

2020-08-04 21:04:47

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