Do you think we don’t know?

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Is this how blind you are? is this how deaf you are? is this how dead you are?

Do you not know that we’re like you? do you not realize that we intentionally buried what you shamelessly embrace? do you not know that we know? did you not understand that no matter how carefully crafted are your words they speak less than a single whim of the heart?

Did you not know that souls speak not in narratives?

Do you not think we’ve tasted intoxicating hatred, thrill of complete annihilation, and absolute power? howling with full lungs over endless havoc with boiling blood? do you not know we’ve been there? do you not know we’ve won that battle, do you not know we know it all too well not to be utterly disgusted by your surrender? do you not see how weak you are? Do you not know how every drug addiction ends? for us you are but a scar.

We command you begone, take your spell and go to hell, and close the door, go change, we expect a new face, yours is forever dark.