Pull the trigger of your gun.
I swear, this time I won't run.
I'm so tired of running away,
now I feel like there is another way
awaiting far, far away.
Just pull that fucking trigger, I'm ready now.
Ready to face your wrath somehow.
My rusted dagger craves your blood.
Thousand of years of torture will now make a flood.
I've tolerated your torments for thousands of years.
Now the fire of my revenge will burn away my fears.Go ahead now!
Pull that trigger, you moron.
Thinking of you, I've made a special poison.
Mixing all my hatred, bitterness, anguish and pain
into one pretty solution.
Thousands of years of pain will now bring about a revolution.Oh, haven't I showed you my dagger?
Well, it's been drenched in that poisonous solution.
That's why it's so rusted, just like your incarnation.
There's nothing holding me back.
You've played the wild card and it was the last straw of the sack.Now,
Either you pull your trigger,
or I aim my dagger.
Ah! You shot that fucking bullet,
And you missed! So back off.
It's my turn now, to pull it off.
I'll use this poisonous dagger to rip open your heart.
I'll show you just how cruel can be my art.
I'll make sure you suffer from the same pain as I have.
All these years of raw pain I'll give you back.
Yes. This is called pain.
I'll let your blood flow, I'll let it rain.Then I'll snare away your last breath
in the moonlight.
Let the world witness the dark side
beneath my sweet light.──────⊱◈◈◈⊰──────
Yep. Some murderous stuff out there. And no, I'm not planning on murdering someone. It's
Just........nothing.
It's nothing.
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