I hope my blood kills you.
I hope you take a sip of the
sweet nectar running through my veins,
and you died upon impact.
Crash landing onto an alien planet
you call death.
And maybe there's a heaven after all,
but I hope you end up in hell.
I hope you rot down there.
I hope that nothing good comes out of
you taking something that was rightfully mine.
I hope my blood kills you.
I hope the liquid burns your stomach
and eats up your organs.
I hope you go painfully.
Not necessarily slowly.
I hope you experience
the most amount of pain that you can.
I hope you experience the same pain
that I felt when you bit me.
The after effects of that pain
are still biting me.
I hope you hear the sweet,
torturous sounds of your own screaming,
as you slowly disintegrate
into nothing.
I hope my blood kills you.
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Incipient
PuisiIN•CIP•I•ENT inˈsipēənt/ adjective •in an initial stage; beginning to happen or develop. •(of a person) developing into a specified type or role.
