Legion: The beast
I am the death in your eyes, the tension in your veins, the creator of your despise. I am why your blood rains. You are me and I am you. The thing that satisfies me the most; there is nothing you can do. No fight. No flight. Only the black of your soul. I am the voices in your head. I am that who rendered your heart cold.
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