I am split into two: half of me is eternal hell, bitter, hideous, sour, ugly, rage and wild; dreadful, daring, scorched and blind; luring, merciless and chaotic. A foolish beast of a dark dungeon, a sporadic beast; hopeless, broken, deserted and savage; devouring, Hamish, filthy and pessimistic beast that dares to embrace grave and hell. Enchanting to crush and wailing to unfasten the concealment prison tomb. I forbade a fragile heart must not insist to wake the sleeping monster, otherwise, he will melt to witness the bloody nightmare of hell.
The other half of me is divine, honest, kind, generous and adoring; refined and gentle, patient and wise, modest and sincere, pure and simple; solace and peacemaker, hopeful and independent, elegant and magnificent; soft and forgiving, sweet and fondly, true and calm; upright and trustworthy; a heavenly-treasured gentleman — full of grace and optimistic.
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