By Blasthornoxx

I want to see you cry.
Your suffering shall be my pleasure.
Bitch.
The earth is alive.
Feet upon the earth walk.
Cruel paths I conjure.
Learned to endure.
I, my Master, so pure.
Risen, I walk.
The dead to me talk.
My mirror image decided to merge into a living blasfemy with me.
Doubled as I am.
Terror began.
Weeping blackness.
The torture of a goddess.
Slime dripped.
I wrote.
Realities erode.
Sanity died.
They begged.
My spell initiated.
Doom, Horror, Pain.
A new eternal Reign.
Never again came the sunlight.
Forever creatures endured the eternal Night.
I was the Master.
I created Hell.
My own world.
My Hell.

And from then on, I was Free.

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