I do not own Final Fantasy. So you can just go kick yourself.
For Lyn.
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It's the end of the world.
My thoughts poor out like drunken shadows. Like a hurricane, twisting slowly.
It's the end of the world.
No one will come around here, hungry for god's hand. Watching the clock ticking slowly... sorta crippilin' just like thunder. I will open my bag of tricks, I want to tourch the world. For him, because of him, all because of him. I'm so happy that it's "on." I'm so happy that it will be over. I'm just...
It's the end of the world.
The fire dies on it's own. Leaving me to myself, but not exactly alone. I think that something is out there waiting, this air, it's smothering me. Can't even see that my hand is in front of me. I'm here in this place where I cannot escape, untill the blood is set free.
It's the end of the world.
I enjoy the intense. My only mistake is that I bleed. No experiance can match the sight of when I'm through. I hope to the rave. I beg for you to appear like a thorn for the holy ones. Cold is my soul, untold is my pain, I faced when you left me, a rose in the rain.
It's the end of the world.
In my heart the barless prison. Sick and weak from my condition, to you alone in full submission. Ashes to ashes, I suppose.
But why? Why couldn't I just... I just...
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"Oh Sephiroth..."
