Disclosure from Penance by Wreath of Tongues

[The wicked approach with guns drawn.]


Bracing myself for the end. Helpless energy flows within. How to defend recent events without sounding desperate. Without having them blow off ours heads.


Her: "They were not who you thought they were. A spineless coward, a worthless piece of shit, who would go through great lengths to cover it up. You've been fooled your entire life. The sacrifices are now meaningless. Your loyalty lies 6 feet deep"


[The denial seeps into their tainted minds. Not willing to bear the truth. Ending their lives seems more appealing.]


Losing grip In disbelief. Losing grip of reality. Losing grip of the gun. Turning the trigger On themselves. *Open fire*

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