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The blade caress my nemesis spirit and

Render it useless, as the icy cold grips

Thrust him into the abyss of Grief. I kiss

My sword after a war, her dark temptations

Makes me want more. Every night, I walk

Out of my quarters looking for another warrior

To bestow dysphoria upon when the fight

Is on. My maiden is awaiting for marriage,

But I'm raging war. She doesn't understand,

I'm in love with my blade. I become jaded to

The sedative situations, as my bladed mistress

Penetrates my nemesis chest plate, and you

Can see our love in the pool of blood we created.

 After the recreation of decimating my adversaries.