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Sinners in The Hands of An Angry Mother

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Sinners in The Hands of an Angry Mother

So that, thus it is that natural kids are held in the hand of an angry mother, over a
pit of despair and disappointment. You may ask, but what sins must be committed of
these children to endow the wrath of the most commendable of beasts about them? Its
quite simple really, these children have partaken of the fruit of demons, one
concentrated of laziness and cast with a disease of procrastination. These demons fail in
even the simplest of tasks, and in their daze of laziness, fail to complete their daily list of
chores. Yet, then these children plead and beg for their allowance and most appealing
of toys they see while gazing down the aisles of stores. Toys! Toys that they do not even
bother to pick up in the midst of night, before trotting off to sleep, and dreaming of the
tortures they constantly bestow upon their poor, and ever growingly angry of a mother.
With steam swirling out her ears, as she cleans and organizes the seemingly endless
mound of toys that in its truest form, casts a shadow upon the peaks of Mt. Everest. You
demonic creatures have no respect, and show no sincerity to the slavery your mothers
cope with daily. You eat free by her cooking, yet refuse to eat your vegetables, or even
secretly feed them to your dog to make it seem as if you had. Of course, however,
mothers see all and know all. The rumored eye on the back of her head is a certain truth,
and once opened, there is no escape of its range of sight. A mothers anger is but a fool's
game to play with. The punishments beheld by a mothers wrath are of no joking matter.
They are told to be so horrific, that even David, defeater of giants, and King Arthur, ruler
among men, could not bear the tortures of which such punishments withhold. Demons
like you will be scolded and beat by belt at the expense of a mothers rage, with a spell of
guilt and fear cast upon you by the high pitched screeches of her voice drilling through
your ears. Scolding so loud, but only comparable to the noise of a murder of crows
pecking and screeching in your ears. Even after such torture, her anger will not be
quenched. She will proceed to punish you further and further until your demise has been
met, and her cold and angry heart left content. You children will be grounded, held
captive by silence and boring stale air. No different than being thrown in the brig, with
nothing but the leftover crumbs of stale bread to entertain you. Be assured, yet, that the
anguish will not cease there. Your mother will leave you with the worst torture of all. It is
the pinnacle of all punishments bestowed among men. You demons will be left with a
sentence of thirty minutes in the timeout corner. Having but a blank wall to stare at.
With no way of moving your head without rekindling the spark of rage hidden amongst

the void that fills you mothers heart. Your mind will be left numb and senseless. Your
eyes will grow blind to the world around you, and you will be left but a puppet to your
mothers commands. Broken and torn from reality, a fate only bestowed upon you demon
children. You may now well be left in horror as to the punishments you will adhere, and
have already started saying your prayers. Prayers, however, will not save you from the
fate that you and your demons have brought upon yourself. Alas, there is hope for you
children. There is but one way to escape the beast. You must run away no different than
in the days of old; you must run away and brace yourself for the start of a new life. You
must never return, your old life has ended and a new life welcomes you. This is the only
path to salvation, a road that will transform you demons and enter you into the unfolding
world of adulthood. A refuge safe from the punishments of all angry mothers.

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