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Sorrow fills my heart as it starts slowly throbbing,

Soon the beating will stop and my soul lost,

Dying in this holy place as I lay in the water, bobbing,

Finding my revenge, before I become lost.



Slaying my rival, who tricked me and had me tortured,

Beaten, and tormented, battle hardened for the demise,

Of all humans and angles, the battle field mortared,

Rushing their front line, slaughtering all to remise.



Taking their lines, many of them dead, as well as us,

Beating them back to their base, shelling them with everything

We beat down the door, spilling blood and puss,

After the dust settled, all that was left was nothing,



I lay there, Impaled on a spear, holding his head,

his body 50 feet away, I smile. as the light fades...