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Random First Lines:Hello frns....this poem is dedicate to my 3 yrs old nephew 'Ishu'.He lost his voice n he is fighting wid his life about eight months. » Read
WARNING: course language and strong sexual content
Charon has lived a life of death. Literally. Being the ferryman who aids souls across the River Styx is basically just the same everyday. Pick up spirit, row to whichever layer of hell it's headed to, drop it off and row back. And then of...