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The Gift

Tell me exactly

what am I supposed to do,

now that I have allowed you to beat me,

Do you think that we could play another game?

Maybe I could win this time.

Drowning deep in my sea of loathing,

broken, your servant, I kneel...

it seems what's left of my human side

is slowly changing in me...

Looking at my own reflection

when suddenly it changes,

violently it changes...

there is no turning back now,

you've awakened the demon in me.

The gift that's been given

is madness.

~ Sky

 
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