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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2013-12-17 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | I took a pistol in my hands cocked it and headed forth on a killing spree. There were so many enemies which had hurt me all my life I wanted to kill them now I was therefore on a shooting spree searching for the morons' assemblage There they were all seated at a point across the Ugly Mansion of yore I moved towards them and took aim Shot them one by one until I ran out of my bullets Some of my foes were dead Some badly wounded I threw away my gun and marched back home I felt like a human being now a human being emancipated from the irksome quirks of lust, greed and jealousy My feelings of hate, revenge, grudge and violence had vanished like the passing clouds Nothing burdened my Heart now I had shunned all my sufferings by killing most of my hard core enemies All that now remained in my Heart and Soul was Love and Peace.
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