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A look at what might of been flashing though Boss's head during her final moments
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Poetry - T. Boss & T. Sorrow - Words: 134 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 08-24-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8460763
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Another thing from my old Lord Gambit508 account, which means that account will be deleted as soon as I can remember the e-mail I used...*shrugs* ANYWAY yeah...Metal Gear last thoughts...poetry I guess? I suppose it's poetic...it's short..
The Cobras….
The Cobras are finally at an end.
The Pain, The Fear, The End, The Fury….
The Sorrow
I'm coming Sorrow…
One must die and one must live.
No victory, no defeat.
The survivor will carry on the fight. ...It is our destiny...
The one who survives will inherit the title of Boss.
And the one who inherits the title of Boss will face an existence of endless battle.
The new Boss has risen, Sorrow…he is here
…Are you crying?
I don't own Metal Gear Solid
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