Gather your people. Build. Fast. Strong. Grind. Sweat. Race. Punch. And then realize you still don’t have the heart to challenge me. And then realize that you will always be two steps behind me. And then realize that you are a talentless bitch who tries to rely on ghosts to create your own content.
I don’t need an army. I’ll kill you with a single glance.
You are already giving out. Tired. Weak. Pale. Soft. Regular. Average. Boring. And then realize that you shouldn’t have tried to hurt me. And then realize that you are further back than when you first started. And then realize that you are a talentless bitch who tries to rely on ghosts to create your own content.
Did I say that already?
I am locked in. I am a shadow that roams on my own accord amidst the dark sky with permission from God for I do God’s work on my own terms and therefore your evil sickness shall not spread across my soul as it stands bright and angles sharp light in your direction when it reflects because you taketh and I giveth.
I’ve opened my chest and died more deaths for what I carry and will continue to do so. I am mentally deranged with dedication and you are just a dream…I am the breathing Ancient.