I can tear apart your hatred with thorns,
I can drown your thirst with blood,
I can eat your violence with despair,
I can use endless reincarnations to crush your hope of death,
I use pain as food, desire as a sweet spring, and your hypocritical face as a thin brocade veil,
I trample the souls of sycophants, using their hopeless cries as my sound.
But I was also trampled underfoot and could be killed by the gods at any time.
I forgot that I was a human being,
I only remember the terrifying claws reaching out from the depths of my soul and penetrating my spine in the darkness.
I am not loveless,
I need love to lick my wounds too.
And you,
What do you pay for eternal life?
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