>>21743698Imagine being the doctor doing that. Taking a small beutifuel child and comforting them as if you are putting them to bed and then injecting them with a poison that shall disable their bodies and chase their souls out into chaos, where in which their vessels shall look still and beutifuel like a doll still buzzing with the residual life and raw sex for a moment, perhaps as succulent and beutifuel as when they breathe, but I bet that little life in them could be appropriated to make one’s own longer, and perhaps even more profound, the little joy of a child you and turn you into a machine with the soul of a god, and what a beutifuel destiny for part of the force of that child to live within you. But regardless their shells rot (if not probably treated and displayed), and its is a tragedy, but then the bones remain and it is beutifuel, a testament to gods design and the tragedy of youth.
Honestly I’d probably fountain my seed a lot in my undergarments if I was one of those doctors administering that death. And I don’t mean that to be comical or sound strange; it genuinely sounds profound, beutifuel, and enjoyable. What a teary eyed yet titillating and profound experience that would be! To think that high ranking politicians and generals get to know such sweet treasures in their decadent and luxuriant homes dripping like a beautiful fancy ice cream, but they are wretched and ungrateful wasn’t she everything wonderful there is and to do and turn it sick. I think it’s only right beautiful people taste such joys, but they don’t and that’s one of the ways in the world is not just.
