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Jacky Heretic

This is the last story I will tell; it's all going to hell. Stuck with your head in the wall and that's how it has always been. Your eyes tell stories

Your voice, it's a killer. And so far away. Your voice, it speaks to me through time: "what the hell are you thinking?". And I know I was wrong, but I

Think about it; the wrong places, the wrong faces would start with the killing of every child. This is not a matter of life and death anymore. We will

This is the last story I will tell; it's all going to hell. Stuck with your head in the wall and that's how it has always been. Your eyes tell stories