Let me bathe in my enemies' blood.
And let me stay until the liver turns to a coal of rust.
And I will have a glass of vodka, in front of the fireplace, as the snowlake city melts to a pool of devastation.
For I will watch the world burns before my eyes.
Roasting the demented souls of the capital suckers.
Blood drinkers.
And I, I will keep my darkest secret.
(supporting illustrations will be posted later)
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