I will make a hole in your head to chain you with the rope of love. Is this really all you have to offer ? A simple promise of suffering ? Desire is the father of strength wrath is the mother of innocence power is the ultimate gift. Fear will be the end of your mirage. I have sealed the bound in fire; how could you escape this maternal care ? I'm escaping your web like the sand flowing from your hands. I will bring you down with me ! my body - your prison.... Never - for I am the chosen one The sculptor of all your defeats.
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