The Villain's Poetry
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"I am a villain, and you, hero-- yes, you-- you will bow down to me. And you will die by my hands-- or should I say, my sword? Anyway, you will die. What? You want a poem before you die? No. Just die."
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By M.E./ @Viklaw and T.L/ @killlerdemonwolf.
Originally named "Dark Poems".
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