rage

the deep sinister voice in his head spoke slowly as he looked down to see black blood running through his veins. His rage would become a weapon no time for mercy adrenaline made his body invincible. No love his heart was as empty as his soul his strike shook buildings his look alone could make anyone fear for there lives. This monster is kept away deep inside the pit of my soul he lurks waiting for the gates to waiting to ruin everything in sight without a second thought.

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