Fury
It builds up
Inside of me
I want to crash
And break
Everything
I want
To go back
In time
And stop everything
From happening
The voices echo
In my head
Of my friend once he was dead
His face is scarred
Rough to the touch
Tears spill down his face
Yet
He is the one that always smiles
No matter
Not during the disc war
Not during Wilbur and I's banishment
Not during the pain
We've gone through
But now his face
Is a waterfall
So I glare
And stare
At the one that was there
Who CHOSE
To bring down
The blaze
Of fireworks
Upon us
Upon Tubbo.
I swing my fists
Until the skin breaks
On my knuckles
Bloody.
Then I punch even more
My attempts are futile
But this rage
Flares in my soul
In my mind
And I can't stop
Technoblade returns the favor
I cough up blood
He finishes me off
With a whisper in my ear
"What happens in The Pit,
Stays in The Pit".
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