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- The Adversary
After aeons of terrible cave-singing, my destined foe arrives.
He is my rival.
He brings a fight, the one thing I enjoy.
The one thing that is my meaning, to fight.
My purpose, is to fight... him.
He who never lies, so honest he stated his intent.
Only after I readied, did he rush.
I enjoy the artistic wetness as it splashes across my face, his blood.
To laugh, goad and tease at every shallow wound inching me closer to death.
This is my purpose.
To punch, scratch and nip on every inch of his body as he darts around me in our cramped, stone ballroom.
To kiss and confuse, then tear at his carotid.
To caress his limbs, then claw his body.
To bite at his ankles and gnaw on his heart.
To fall onto the cold granite with blood as our bed-sheet, hands intertwined, staring eye-to-eye as black chokes our sight.
- The Eye of the Needle
Then, to awaken, and do it all over again
He will try to kill me, I love crushing him, and I love being crushed.