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I'm coming for you, motherfucker.

Did you think I couldn't reach you?

You think I don't know who you are?

Today's your lucky day, motherfucker.

I got a little gift from a sweet stranger.

He doesn't know what he gave me, either.

It's going to be such a nice surprise.

He gave me the sweetest, sharpest pain.

He hit me right on the scar you gave me.

Exactly your frequency, smells just like you.

That wasn't enough, I needed it louder.

I found more, I found the sound of you,

Screams, anguish, more of your victims.

You wouldn't believe what's on the internet these days.

It was perfect, the black gate opened before me

It's so easy to step inside Hell

if you WANT to go there.

If you have a reason.

My reason is you, darling.

YOU, the original demon that started this chain of intergenerational trauma thousands of years ago. The demon fueling this chain of abuse, feeding off my torment and the torment of all those before me.

yeah.  YOU.

What are you going to do, hurt me?