Dear Henry Jekyll,
I am writing this letter to ask you: Why? Is it really such a crime for an angel to speak his mind, and to be right?
Do you think I like to rule in hell? But, God, how I miss the taste of heaven... I know there's poison in my veins, now, but people think my blood is poison.
It's your fault, together we could rule London, clean the city from evil, kill fira with fire, but I can't do it alone, I am trying to clean a city that wants to be dirty and I can't do it alone.
It's your fault, because of you, anger will sweat at every citizen of London. And I'd be happy to see you burn in hell, if I didn't burn with you.I'd better drop the pen. Devil's coming
I am writing this letter to ask you: Why? Is it really such a crime for an angel to speak his mind, and to be right?
Do you think I like to rule in hell? But, God, how I miss the taste of heaven... I know there's poison in my veins, now, but people think my blood is poison.
It's your fault, together we could rule London, clean the city from evil, kill fira with fire, but I can't do it alone, I am trying to clean a city that wants to be dirty and I can't do it alone.
It's your fault, because of you, anger will sweat at every citizen of London. And I'd be happy to see you burn in hell, if I didn't burn with you.I'd better drop the pen. Devil's coming
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