A scream...
Cold glassy eyes stare blankly into my soul
As I gather chipped stone from your hardened heart.
Hands reach out slowly, set to destroy.
Me...
The target...
For too long I have been chased because of your twisted game.
Just for your sick pleasure you haunt me.
You think you have won me,
Capture my essence.
But you're wrong.
You have nothing
And you die with nothing.
You are cursed.
And you told me I was the unlucky one!
Burn in hell you fiendish creature,
Drenched in lies and evil.
That's the sole purpose of those fiery pits...
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