The Preacher

Up in the north where the cold winds blow, lived a preacher who referred to himself as the “Devil’s Son.” He hardly ever left his home on the mountain top where he applied himself to the study of religious matters. One would suspect that he deliberately closed himself off from the world in search of…

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Pleasure and Pain

I have developed a strange desire. I beg your pardon for taking such a liking to masochism, but these sandpaper times have worn me down and refined me. I welcome their sting, in truth I crave it. The sweat off my brow has left a thirst for ambition’s sweet nectar. Through the burn of chaffing…

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