Do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom. They are no longer two but stolen flesh. If a man meets a virgin. Meet her in the city; hide them in his shelter in the day of trouble.
He do not believe every spirit
sin is lawlessness, lawlessness is sin
Do not be anxious, your requests be made known to God.
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A new day. Yawa stood in the bar with a dozen other wolves. In the Ghytto this wasn't a pack but a Cliché. He chugged down a pint a of Kanis. His eyes spun. One wolf at the bar, barked at the bartender. "Fuad!" the wolf shouted. "What the fuck are you doing!"
"He's jacking off in the back room again." a wolf snickered. "That sand-nigga lonely."
"Shut up!" Fuad rushed out the backroom in full uniform. "laqad antahayt maeak 'ayuha alshaytan allaeyn"
"Language!" reprimanded the beast. "I can't understand shit you saying." They dogs cackled, the bartender slammed the table with his fist, "I'm a human fucking being!"
"The better to maul you with my bitch!" a hairy chested man chortled. "We fuck dem human bitches too."
The crowd of canines howled in agreement. "Fucking alqarf."
"Arab bitch!" called a dog. "Give me more Kanis. "It's fucking disease in a bottle. You all have fucking rabis!"
Yawa lifted him by his throat and brought him across the counter. "It's not yo' damn duty to tell us me can't drink. You can't tell me when to eat, when to fuck—cause imma runaway and do that shit. What's my mothafuckin' name."
Fuad trembled. Yawa looked at his toes to his face. "Piss on yoself nigga." He had fear but enough to piss. "I forgot where I got him."
"Puppy mill!" shouted a dog.
"nah, nah. He a stray!"
"From his mama house!"
Yawa was all smiles. "Where I get you from? Black Sands?"
"I'm--I'm human?"
The crowd ooo'ed, "He said that shit like a bitch with feeling."
"Brave." Yawa lifted him higher choking his breath away. "Imma give you a name."
"Fuad--"
"Sprinkles? Dottie? Hmmm." he licked his jowls. "How you want it?"
Fuad couldn't breathe, he felt his legs go limp. His eyes fluttered. "Imma fuck him." he shook him. "My dick hard as the sidewalk."
"Damn Yawa!" shouted a dog named Mordell. "You always fucking!"
He kept his grip on Fuad's neck, "Imma be fucking to the grave." He took the man to the back of bar. As he went in, he flicked off the lights. "I like it dark."
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At Yawa's apartment the Farncus Estate apartments. Even though he committed assault no less than an hour and thirty minutes ago. He told his bitch Valbuena to his cock in her mouth. "Good girl, ran yo tongue over it." His arms rested behind his head as he closed his eyes to the ceiling.
He breathed deeply enjoying the event. His legs started to shake. He lifted his knees and whistled. "Hold it big boy... hold it in." he wheezed.
A knock at the door made him sit straight, "Bitch!"
"Bow, I'm sorry..." said the woman behind the door. "But you have a letter. Two letters."
He grunted, "Come in." He pushed Valbuena away and swung his legs over the bed. "I'm so tired of you bitches interrupting special moments." he rotated his shoulder. 'why is my back so sniff?'
He moved to the door with Valbuena flipping him off in the background. He opened the bedroom door, "Give me my fuckin--" the barrier widen without his control. "Bitch--"
He heard it. He couldn't stop it. His legs wouldn't move, he had such a headache. His body dropped to the carpet. Valbuena raced out the room, "Amen, Amen, Alabado sea el senor." she uttered walking pass the White Parade.
Five men whose spirits wafted around them. Their faces covered. One with half his face showing, his eyes blue and the sclera black. He spoke in a raspy tone, "The wealthy wear the crown over the poor, making slave-making ants."
The unmasked one lent his hand out and the soul from Yawa's body floated into his palm. "A debt has been paid."
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From Own Growden
To: The Big Bad Wolf
I have been fighting for a long time and have been fighting alone. And as luck would have it, I'm shit out of luck. The job of an army is to protect humans from themselves.
It's very similar to the Ghytto. A magical place for your God...
I know, living in such a place promotes death. Especially with lawlessness. Children are taken leaving mothers, motherless.
Wolves are treated the same way. I came to you, on your territory, in your home, to make a deal with you. I could help with your dilemma! Yawa, you are a worshipper of one of the vampire kings. I know your past, present, and future. All you need to do is work with me!
I need a couple of bodies for my mission. Just like one of your missions. I could fix the old Hood even. If you help me, I could bring back your mother, your clan.
I'll even put you on the seat.
How about it?
With Respect, Growden.