The aftermath of an incestuous experience is a worse experience than the acts my son and I committed. Years later when I’m changing clothes in my room , I

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The aftermath of an incestuous experience is a worse experience than the acts my son and I committed. Years later when I’m changing clothes in my room , I have the mental certainty of being watched by my son. Those s***** thoughts flood my brain to the point of an accelerated heart beat with natural lubricant secreting from my v*****. I pray this will pass soon enough in the future

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I was…unrefined in those early days. And as such, the creation of the proto-symbiote was…unclean, dirty, deranged and hideous. To this day, the weaker of my creations carry the scars of their progenitor’s birth inside of them, they are mistakes, and trash just like you are. They still fear the fire of the forge…and the discordant and incessant noise of a Celestial hammer beating their will into something…wieldy. Into something…beautiful. My weapon forged, I set out to banish the bright and all that came with it. In time, my living blade would become known as All-Black. The Necrosword. The Godslayer, I used the Godslayer to slay your “so called” God, his god, and all gods in parallel universes.
-Knull

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