Everybody feeble
Everyone was defeated by my hand
None survived my treatment
I don´t know in all past long years someone upon me who teach me or have a victory against my words, facts or anything else you would imagine.
I must be proud but how should i stand pleased with life if i am the best of everything that i always knew?
Until the last breath desecrating until something bigger than me or nothing, nobody would be save.
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