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Face Turned Blue
As your hands began to fade into blue,
Cold they were,
I was gripping your neck tighter,
I reckon you failed to think this would occur.
Challenge me?
Tamper with my spells?
You’re sadly mistaken,
I’ll make your life a living hell.
Laugh and mock if you must,
Take what you desire,
The breath in your lungs dwindles,
Your body I shall burn in fire.
One last chance you say?
Forgiveness?
Fail to be silent,
Or you’ll be dead within minutes.
The squirming started to cease,
While I watched your last breath,
Now I can relax,
But I must clean up this mess.
Cold they were,
I was gripping your neck tighter,
I reckon you failed to think this would occur.
Challenge me?
Tamper with my spells?
You’re sadly mistaken,
I’ll make your life a living hell.
Laugh and mock if you must,
Take what you desire,
The breath in your lungs dwindles,
Your body I shall burn in fire.
One last chance you say?
Forgiveness?
Fail to be silent,
Or you’ll be dead within minutes.
The squirming started to cease,
While I watched your last breath,
Now I can relax,
But I must clean up this mess.
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