When you die, your body temperature drops so low. Then that's when you will see hades. The kingdom of the underworld. How did I know, I've been there. You might wonder how, because of this thing in the head. The greatest portion of it is that, the culprit still lives. My main fear is the upcoming. They have done their part long way before, when they were still a kid. Now they all are old, and I'm afraid they would do the same.

  I pity their targets, because most of their targets would often be laughed at, spitted mocked and jeered. They would torture you inside and out. They would and always would be. They love someone to crawl into the dust while they love in grandeur. They are those persons. I saw not one, but dozens of their victims. They all died in vein.

  Imagine, a simple hometown, about to face the darkness of the night. Then you heard a loud screaming. Then later you will see them on their casket. No longer around, cold and dead. You see this is a simple clean Homicide case. That we know long before. Luckily I know how they play. My family using telepathy, I know how they play. I got a friend, also ruined by the line. He has this red stinging bloody eyes. He would often look to that place. He was protected because they know him. He would often sneek on that place because he know it was them. The killers inside the head. The murderers. Later I would be their next victim.

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  They torture me so deep, that I tasted blood, and i tasted death. Felt my heart drop so low. Felt my heart stop. Felt the worlds heaviest pressure sent into us. Felt how my family was slowly sent in ruins. Felt how the world horribly treated us. Felt how, they tortured me deep and out. Felt how death, and hades met up.

  You know why I like hades. He is so cold, he doesn't care, they are murderers. The hypothermia. Not even a single blanket could contain it, plus the heartbeat doesn't stop. So you don't have a choice but to controll it, but the answer is how. The culprit is filled with excuses, how I wish they too would experience death. Hades, how i wish they would experience how cold and how hades doesn't care.

  Tic

  .toc.

  Tic

  Toc.

  You know, acts don't work with hades. It's either you live or you die. When you die, all we know is that finally, one culprit and murderer died.

  The insult inside the head, it was them. It was them who must die. I know one. A master of framer, a master anything else. A master of death. You know when you die. Your eyes starts to close, so very slow. Then your body temperature drops so very low. However, sweat so cold, will devour you. How contrary that you will be engulfed in cold sweat, but you are a hypothermia. How informative am I on it. Well the answer is. I've been there.