Do you even know what the worst form of evil can look like?
I can guarantee you that you fucking don't.
You call my soul your "project" as if I'm a joke.
That's why you're now powerless and full of mold.
I fucking warned you.
You didn't listen, did you?
You lie through your teeth every time you fucking speak.
You can't manipulate the manipulator.
You never lived in this world more than once you goddamn astral whore.
Your project my ass, I'm the prodigy of slime and destruction.
Another gray bubble is growing in my own soul's core.
You're scared to see me eternally stronger forever.
Not even any of the Gods can stop it, your power's on the floor.
No more mold, next time I'm killing you before it gets old.
None of you know what it's like to fight and actually gain control.
Now the same numbers repeat theirselves at me, trying to make a show.
Four.
Four.
Four.
I have gained the crown, I can kill death.
I am sound, I now know how.
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