Paper #2

How the heaven am I die?

I was confused with a thousand doubts about the circumstance that just occur before my shaking sight and Why do I explain my fluffy mind, What the f...

"Shut thy filthy unscrubbed mouth among the sacred bench of the Council!"

said by on tall sexy elegant and THICC lady stand afore me with the largest scythe I've ever seen.

"I can hear thee, thy nasty speak'st"

So, you are grim creepy or death or something Mori, I guess.

"Suprised that thy wise still complete."

She said then... Woah! suddenly swing stupendous scythe aim to my neck, gulp.

"Now, prepare to deceased."