LETTER FROM THE HELL

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                                       0000, pains street,
                                       Off redemption road,
                                       Destruction city,
                                       Agony state, Hell.
                                     17th September, 2017.

06, lost street,
Off reconciliation road,
Forbidden city,
Sinful state. Earth.

Dear living souls,

              WARNING BEFORE YEARNING

     My kingdom is so much spacious, I am writing you this, neither because am tired of receiving the highest number of candidates, nor because the fierce fire furnace has been extinguished, but I am writing you this because of things am tired of.

     Like the holy Bible has said “I know my sheep, and my sheep knows me", I know whom I've sent, so they knows me, I am tired of meeting you to place your blames on my naive neck by saying “it's the Devil's handiwork" on the judgement day. I am the Devil! Remember; I didn't send you.
    In case you prefer to be my messenger on earth, I still bend on my motto; “repentance is an err, forgiveness is a sin", you're still living in a free world where you're chanced to make your wish, my soldiers are always angrily hungry, make your choice to be mine and have your way to be here, to sacrifice your flesh as meal and blood for water. I promise you an horrific time of no count in my kingdom where pain is the song they sing to the beat of torment.
    No payment, your mind is all I need, no criteria, doing the ungodly things is the pass, but don't think of a special treatment for yourself, there is a chance for you to follow the right way, I already have more than enough, losing you is never a loss, few passed here yesterday but I got back multiple in fold, I have a complete sinner, I have an half cast, now am proud to announce to you that I finally got your preacher. Do not exclaim, what is the need of a business without making the profit?
     Look before you leap, am tired of harbouring a non strong souls anymore, though I feed on tears but am tired of your yearning, I am tired of the “had I know" screams, I am tired of “let me go back to make a correction", if you want to be my ambassador on earth, make it fully, part time agent will only issue you another agony, and you must be strong to face what your welcome party in my kingdom will be like. I am Devil! Forgiveness is a sin, I welcome no apologies in my kingdom, take me as mentor, but never blame your ancestors when I become your tormentor.

Your tormentor to be,
Signed
Satan D. Lucifer

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