Miricale

Why are you here?
What do you want?
It is not you that I fear,
so why is it me you taunt?
I"ll stop you one day,
I must sucseed!
Then you will pray,
then you will leave,
In the honor of my Goddess,
I will destroy you,
leave you a bloody mess,
Now I have defeated you.


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