I want to beat you to death with Mercury's decapitated leg.
I want to stick a Face Slimmer on your mouth with glue, coat your entire body with Red Sap and then throw you in a Rapier Wasp colony.
I want to sharpen twenty dust crystals, bind them with a rubber band, put the sharpened points in your mouth and punch the dull ends.
I want to strap you to a bed of a million needles and then strap that bed of needles on the front window of a bullhead so that I can watch you suffer as we fly through a Griffon infested airspace.
I want to burn Emerald in front of you, put her ashes in a bottle containing Mercury's blood, boil it all up and then force feed you with it.
I want to chop of your limbs, strap you with a rope, and then leave you hanging upside down from a boat as fishbait for a Sea Dragon.
I want you to somehow survive a point blank headshot from Crescent Rose and somehow not survive a shield bash from Crocea Mors.
AN: Thank you for taking your time reading this. I dedicate this poem to Cinder and Salem...with lots of LOVE, of course.