short story mischievous spirit of mine
Budget: $10 – $100 USD
Mischievous spirit,
mischievous spirit of mine! You are the temperament of death. How I hate you so! Why must you lead me out to the end of my existence? It's frozen, icy cold, and there's nothing but darkness all around you! A void in the night is filled with magical blue and red smoke rising from hellfire; it begins to enclose my soul slowly! I can feel your agony. Come to me, and I will amend my soul!
Now, mischievous spirits of mine, help is needed because my life is in such disarray. There seems to be no end to the pain I feel.
Mischievous spirit of mine, is agony where I belong in this twisted world of fate?
This mischievous spirit of mine assists me in distinguishing between right and wrong; why have I fallen tenderness out of place in hypocrisy is where I have fallen in the flesh; I have run out of time. Is there no time to think?
Does a mischievous spirit have it in him to make war against the universe? Is there no outstanding choice? I can see it now! It is so clear.
Mischievous spirit, they're going to exterminate my soul. Therefore, "mischievous spirit" explains this feeling that deep inside my soul feels like stabbing pain from the screams of 10,000 fallen angels.
Mischievous spirit, why must I cry aloud? It must be all fun! No, not until death does us part. Why must we stumble till the end comes? Why, Mischievous Spirit of Mine, must we succumb to grunge and live like swine? Are we filthy like dingy rags?
Mischievous spirit, wicked is your name. Why must we tempt the cards of fate? Why can we not see that it is a life we are dealing with?
Mischievous spirit. His cold blood runs down the brims of my motionless, petrified soul. I feel it deep inside, where it burns like a lump of hot coal, exterminating fire deep into my soul. They took my life in vain.
Mischievous spirit Here you are with your order. from the supernatural creatures, take them now. Set them up for high vivification. so that no ill-treatment will ever age my soul.
mischievous spirits of the mine. Where do you stand? What are you dependent on?
Mischievous spirit, I pay attention to your cries of torment. Please separate from us.
Mischievous Spirit of Mine, let me see your plan of fate. My life is in such dismay. Unfilmable voices are coming after my soul to drag it down to the bottomless pit of hellfire where demons live on... I cry out your name, mischievous spirit of mine. Don't let this be my bitter end.
mischievous spirit of mine! You are the temperament of death. How I hate you so! Why must you lead me out to the end of my existence? It's frozen, icy cold, and there's nothing but darkness all around you! A void in the night is filled with magical blue and red smoke rising from hellfire; it begins to enclose my soul slowly! I can feel your agony. Come to me, and I will amend my soul!
Now, mischievous spirits of mine, help is needed because my life is in such disarray. There seems to be no end to the pain I feel.
Mischievous spirit of mine, is agony where I belong in this twisted world of fate?
This mischievous spirit of mine assists me in distinguishing between right and wrong; why have I fallen tenderness out of place in hypocrisy is where I have fallen in the flesh; I have run out of time. Is there no time to think?
Does a mischievous spirit have it in him to make war against the universe? Is there no outstanding choice? I can see it now! It is so clear.
Mischievous spirit, they're going to exterminate my soul. Therefore, "mischievous spirit" explains this feeling that deep inside my soul feels like stabbing pain from the screams of 10,000 fallen angels.
Mischievous spirit, why must I cry aloud? It must be all fun! No, not until death does us part. Why must we stumble till the end comes? Why, Mischievous Spirit of Mine, must we succumb to grunge and live like swine? Are we filthy like dingy rags?
Mischievous spirit, wicked is your name. Why must we tempt the cards of fate? Why can we not see that it is a life we are dealing with?
Mischievous spirit. His cold blood runs down the brims of my motionless, petrified soul. I feel it deep inside, where it burns like a lump of hot coal, exterminating fire deep into my soul. They took my life in vain.
Mischievous spirit Here you are with your order. from the supernatural creatures, take them now. Set them up for high vivification. so that no ill-treatment will ever age my soul.
mischievous spirits of the mine. Where do you stand? What are you dependent on?
Mischievous spirit, I pay attention to your cries of torment. Please separate from us.
Mischievous Spirit of Mine, let me see your plan of fate. My life is in such dismay. Unfilmable voices are coming after my soul to drag it down to the bottomless pit of hellfire where demons live on... I cry out your name, mischievous spirit of mine. Don't let this be my bitter end.