The alive feeling that runs through the drums of your ears.
Your tongue can spit words but without information you are useless.
The reason you see me the way you do is that I have the power to threaten and take what you find pleasure in.
I kill to feel alive and nothing can defend you from your own fear.
Using the words that whisper through many people mouths in order to create rumors that feed me and you power.
You and I are alike because we both seek the need to defend what we believe, the only difference between you and me is that I can kill without blinking.
Making me superior.
The only reason why you can drive me to my demise is how you can twist my tongue and separate what's right from wrong.
Because in the beginning, we all were good, remember that.
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