The thorns laugh, for they are those thorns that delight in ensuring love isn't a bed of roses, rather a bed of thorns. In the world of evil, roses wither when thorns bloom. Every thorn waits to puncture goodness and promote evil. The devil rules wearing a crown of thorns. Betrayal is the name of the game. The thorns continue their eerie disturbing laugh in the devil's name š Good Morning Spookians š§š¤ Collab on this Prompt and write a dark tale under #darkclub š Must Use #scbetray to let us discover your tales š§ #spookiansclub #yqsc #horror #darkthoughts #betrayal #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Spookians Club