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Lucifer's Mansion


House grows deathly quiet in the wake of the storm. Confusion visible on their face but no one moves until a sprint upstairs leads a daughter to stain her pillow with mascara-filled tears. Her rosy cheeks stop the tears, lifting her fact to talk to Him who remains quiet she is not His only daughter but torrential downpour of storm is sure to bring support until one sees the father's forlorn face. The side of house where windows face show where the grass cried its sweet tears and the tree-house where the daughter played until she was told she must remain quiet. After being struck down in a lightning storm, burned to the dismay of the daughter. Though known by lonely daughter never would you see signs on her lovely face of terror brought by the storm or downpour of tears at night in deafening quiet anywhere beside that house until... Nothing will be revealed until expelled are chains from the daughter dealing blows to being quiet by hitting squarely in the face causing its eyes to stream tears ending the storm. For now, it does rage on, that brutal storm with force of hurricanes until she hits the floor like her tears but a fighter is His daughter evidenced by bruised face she is finished with quiet. Her tears run down beaten face as she speaks with quiet of a thunder storm. They were protected until words spoken by daughter.
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