There is nothing that can make me escape my death or even postpone it. I have nothing to force my children to pray for me in my grave? In my dream, I lived a lost life at the bottom of the earth, afraid of the devil, and did not do anything else. When I had the opportunity to live my life again, I lost it again without knowing it. I dominated the world, placing the earth in my hands, without caring about Satan and his calculations. My bad self took control of me and I won the world. It’s bad.. I was the devil himself.
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