He pointed
Oh that man, I will never forget his dirty face, full of flames, pure evil
That devil
How could such pure, nasty evil exist?
His finger
It slowly uplifted and turned left
I shrieked
My eyes burned as they saw the flashy ash
That stench
That stench of human flesh?
I walked
Nervously walking into the place where death is
It faced me
Then I saw a bright light
It showed hope
It showed life
It was the right

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