I'm done with you.
I won't deal with this hate.
My loathing is true.
Isn't it great?
This is your cue
To say you won't die
That you will succeed.
Your ego will fly.
Big brother, take heed,
I won't give time to cry.
In fact, I will laugh
That your life is done.
A sudden end to a long path.
And I will be number one.
So come and get me, if you will
I want to fight you
And show you my skill.
I dodge your first move
And shove it back
You're out of your groove
You've been hit with a loud "smack".
You're mad now.
I can understand.
I take a gloating bow.
You've thrown your hand.
For you, big brother,
Don't know how great I can be,
When fueled by revenge
And the fact that I'm free.
I hit you again
Your guard is down
I wonder when
Your screams will reach town.
Oh, well.
No time for that now.
I hurriedly form signs to spell.
You wipe your brow
And avoid my attack.
Uh-oh,
I now need to watch my back.
I feel a surge of emotion
And look into your face.
I now strike in a motion
Filled with deadly grace.
You smile back
Telling me to wait for my defeat.
But the one thing that you lack
Is my hatred, colored pure black.
The fight is starting to get heat.
So come and get me, if you please.
I know I can defeat you
With the greatest of ease.
I want to show you that I have power,
That my strength increases
By the hour.
I used to see you
As a threat
But a confession is due:
I'll win, I bet.
So to the death
We will fight
Until one last breath
Will vanish into the night.