You're becoming weak.
Your control over me is fading.
I swore you wouldn't hold me long,
You shouldn't have even tried.

Soon, I will be free,
Your body will be mine.
I will be king,
And you, the horse.

I will begin my reign of destruction
Killing all that I find
Slowly, painfully.
Your "friends" will be first.

Bodies will be at my feet,
Blood on my hands,
And the best part,
Their souls I will devour.

I will finally get my fill
Of souls and of blood
But when I do, I'll keep killing
Because it's wonderful fun.

And when I'm done with this world,
When no one's left alive,
I'll move to the next,
I'll get my revenge on the Soul Reapers.

More blood,
More bodies,
More potent souls.
My fun will have only just begun.

I'll finish off the Soul Reapers
But still have much to do.
The weak souls of the Rukon District
Will be next on my list.

Blood,
Bodies,
Souls,
Fun.

I'm not finished yet.
After all that, Hollows and Arrancar come next.
Hollows first, weak and easy,
Then Arrancar, fun and worth the fight.

So much blood,
So many bodies,
So many souls,
So much fun.

Wait, there's more still.
Not many, but more nonetheless.
Those Soul Reaper traitors
Are last to be destroyed.

For you, I'll drag it out.
After letting you watch in pain,
I'll let you watch with pleasure.
I know how much you hate them.

First, the blind one.
He believes he works for "justice,"
I'll bring him to "justice"
Just for you.

I may even allow you to feel it,
His blood on our hands,
Slicking the hilt of our blade,
As we cut through him.

We can take it slow,
Drag it out.
We can cut him up, piece by piece,
Even as he begs us to stop.

When we finish him, the smiley one is next.
I know how you hate his twisted humor.
We can laugh at his pain
If it'll please you.

Maybe I'll give you some control,
Let you kill him as you please.
I'll have to be careful, though,
So that you don't take control from me.

Slow, quick, it's whatever you choose.
Personally, I suggest it slow.
He should be cut open, organs ripped out by hand,
Tortured some more, then his heart crushed in our palm.

Last is the one you hate the most.
He planned your love's death, you want revenge.
We can tie him up and let him observe us plan his gruesome demise.
I know it'll satisfy you.

For him, you can take over,
Enjoy the pleasure of your kill.
I'll let you killing instinct flourish,
Let you lose yourself in it.

I'll watch you as you do it,
Surely pleased that you will.
You'll cover yourself in his blood
And laugh as he screams.

And when it all is over,
When there isn't a soul left anywhere,
I'll let you wallow in your misery,
Now, you're just like me.