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The voice of criticism echoes loudly imposing it’s sentence of death with each cruel word it speaks,each being encrypted deep within.

 Their unsolicited words spewing forth like tainted waters bringing forth their toxic death.

 The critic as if  demigods coming to pour out another’s punishment. 

 Strugging to be awaken from this maddening slumber only suddenly to realize this is no devastating dream but beatened and surcuming to criticism’s cruel and merciless death.

The stench rises thick in the air like that of rotting flesh from the apocalypse named criticism as it counts me among it’s dead.

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