CHAPTER XVII

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A dragon came,
Its roar chilled my bones and my shattered my soul
Everyday I prayed God to make my faith strong as a pillar made of steel,
Everyday I prayed God to show me the right way,
Everyday I prayed God for everyone to be fine,
I’d rather suffer in their place.
With exhausted steps,
With a lifeless grin of revenge and ire force,
With a lake of blood coming from the nothingness of my heart,
I took the sword
As if I no longer felt pain
Only revenge in my eyes,
The dragon moved its tail,
An earthquake-like downward blow brushed the ashes and raised them
I ran on its tail,
While it was thunderously roaring,
A sound that penetrated kettledrums making you go crazy,
But I resisted and sticked that blade into his eye
and cutted it till the fronthead and the neck.
It roared with pain,
That deafening noise,
It tried to shake me away,
But I held the sword that was sticked into its stone-like scales
Bleeding evilness.
I cut its neck, large as a tower
And it fell down, roaring,
Burned by Love to definitely die and disappear,
Fire burned what was already dead and ashened,
Fading away in the wind, within all the normal ash I breathed everyday.
Finally it was over,
An instant of truce before another monster,
Another ord of demons,
Assaulted me with its sharp jaws,
From the bottomless hole of the netherworld.

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