Wouldn't you love to murder me?
My hope and my will?
Isn't that what you're waiting for?
To throw away my thrill?
To take away all my dreams
To kill me show and still
Here I am lost and hopeless
Knowing about the kill.
Never.
You will never.
Be able to break me
Because you shall
Be the reason why I can summon
My own light and will
The stronger I am the farther you are
The closer you are the stronger I become
Not only have you become my curse
But you have becoming my healing spell
No wonder you're so flustered
It's no surprise that you're bicking still
Because you can't take down your strongest opponent
My love for you--my will.
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Condemning Conspiracy
PoetryCensure the scheme of those who know not what they have done but reveal the results with a light show. Third book of the Evolution series brings the passion of poetry to life ending the series with a bow.
