i dont care what happens . what i have is with me . thhe purpose of life is to worship the devil . whats happened to me has made me strong . i trust the devil .
this is all happenning for a reasson . the trip . im thankful for this torture . thank you satan .
i am satans slave . the devil is my onlyy masster . everyy day i learrn moree aboutt what thattt reallyy means . i look to my master . i see great pyramids . i knoww now tomorroww everythingg will look differentt . satan please protecct and guidee me .
you can think what you wantt abouttt me . my ego is deadd .
i cantt breathee . my lungss aree tightt . constrictedd in my ribcaage . i amm confinned to my human formm . thiss is a lessonn and a testt of my strengthh . satann providess by takingg away .
i wass in the desert . in the windd and sandd . weariing a scarff a maskk . unable to take a breath . i was staggaringg and fallingg to my knees . but thenn i saww a pink camel . goldenn lightt shinning at me . choking on the dustt i saww it blindingg me . and the pink camell carriedd me homee .
