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Read Aloud" A Touch of Glass"

I do apologize for the end. Mommy was being a bizznitch(no fowl language wolfie!). She wanted me to get out of my "fantasy wold". Urg!

My Little Pony FIM season 4 thoughts and thoughts of the series

	The deed had to have been done. With bare regret and uneasy conscience, I thrust my sword down into to bare neck of her. All that was heard was a harsh crack. She knelt –crying. She was in pain. I stood and raised the sword for another swing.  Again –there was another crack. Her incessant bawling increased. “I want to make this as painless as possible. Please… forgive me,” my voice trembled and stuttered, “For…give…me.” My voice trailed off into deep, bellowing sobs.
	“Do as your duty orders.” She bowed her head. She awaited her fate. I let out heavy deep sobs. I raised my sword –held by both hands –ready to strike. My heart raced and my eyes nearly bled. The life I… as I took the last swing.

	Only mad men can take my role. Was I really their salvation? Salvation I am? Enemy I am? Who knows who I am? Am I someone? Am I salvation? What am I… what am I?
	Blood –uneasy it made me. I looked at it all the time. I stand here as an executioner. Executioner? For whom? For what? Ransom?  Salvation of sin? Of what? For what? I strike so uneasily. I make them suffer. For what? Why? 
	Sadism reeked…. Sadism…. I lived in grief. I had no love. I had no one. I was no one –sword in hand to… any lover. Weapon to… anyone. Who am I? Salvation?
	“Things” lay upon the bloody shelves at home. The shelves contain… and they still bleed out. They bleed out and give me chills and…. It tickled my soul with delight and left me with no sanity. Who am I?
	Who will I strike? Where will I be? What will I do? When will I…? Why do I…? How will I…?

	Bloody you are my friend. As you fell covered in blood and tears I… at your death. Tears of sorrow I cried? No, tears of laughter. I enjoyed your pain. Ha, you thought I did as duty commanded! Ha, I love being so deceiving! You were in more pain! I enjoyed your bloody, painful death and rejoiced by dissecting your innards! What a glorious way of how your thought put me where I am today! Feed me pleasurable hatred for this world! Bring me the pleasure to bring them their pain!
