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Bright eyes and brighter yet what lies beneath that glass surface. Cover this glistening thing up in shadows, slice it through and snicker snack! Off comes that dragon's head, still holds a grin at your feet. The bitter taste of victory comes in a deluge, pouring out of the orifices. Oh that sadistic love, that sick poison and what is there to save? It's all mechanical, poor puppet, what you were meant for from the start. And everyone dies, but it's not your turn, not yet, like it was his. You want to live for her? The lack of mako eyes and steel colored hair makes you tip with drunken loss. It's all you can yet afford. Where is the beast now, his mortal filed off? Not this stinking putrid pile of harsh lit steel and bricks that you are confined to, surely.
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~crystalomnia