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| The Dark Lord |
A creature cries out in pain.
I make him scream again.
Then we smile, widely.
He in death, me in life,
and I recommence with his friend.
I am cruel, savage, mean.
I mix potions, drink blood, laugh freely.
Picking my teeth with the bones
of newborn kittens, chewy,
tasty, I smile.
I am evil. Evil. EVIL!!!
Heh heh, Yes.
EVIL
LIVE
EVILA
ALIVE
I am EVILA the ALIVE.
Living at others' expense,
whose pain strengthens me.
And I have great strength.
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