

loveLove of the fight, the sight of the blood.Laughter echoing, skipping through the genocide. An ocean of blood reaching a shore of joy. love raining down in crimson drops. A heart beats with the fight, the body lives breathing the death. his hands reach for the killing move, the chance to fell warmth, of blood, running through his fingers. He drinks in the pain, the thirst never quenched. Fed upon the terror his soul goes ahead. A never-ending search-the victims soon dead. A love, A demon A Demon Love.love
Forced to be with others, with a lust for killing but unlike his. Rage and Arrogance, Killing-lust and singleness, he stays c
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