Him.
His face. Not mine.
Him.
His name. Not mine.
Him.
His color. Not mine.
Him.
His memorys. Not mine.
Him.
And yet, I'm not truly Him.
Him.
Then what am I?
Him.
A shadow.
Him.
A shadow of Him.
Him.
I don't want to be a shadow.
Him.
I want to break the chains that hold me.
Him.
I want to surpass.
Him.
By any means necessery.
Him.
Him.
I have nearly destroyd Sairaag.
Him.
Something that He would never do.
Him.
And yet, the chains do not break.
Him.
I must continue to break the chains.
Him.
Him.
I look into the eyes of my creator, before she falls.
Him.
Her eyes are filled with tears and betrayel.
Him.
I enjoy it.
Him.
She looks up to me, finnally realising that I am not Him.
Him.
No, I am me.
Him.
I use my power, to wipe her out without a trace.
Him.
My revenge to her is complete.
Him.
But this is not enough.
Him.
If I am going to surpass Him.
Him.
I have to complete something He could not.
Him.
Survive the Giga slave, or kill Lina Inverse.
Him.
I brace myself, to accept Zanaffar's power.
Him.
I am ready.
Him.
Him.
At last, she's going to cast the Giga slave.
Him.
The moment I have been waiting for.
Him.
To see if I can surpass.
Him.
No.
Him.
I will surpass.
Him.
For I am greater than Him.
Him.
She stops her!
Him.
The blue-haired one!
Him.
She says there is another way.
Him.
The redhead cancels the spell!
Him.
All because of her!
Him.
I'll teach her a lesson.
Him.
The redhead pushes her away.
Him.
And takes the hit.
Him.
How foolish.
Him.
Even if she dies.
Him.
Without firing the Giga-slave.
Him.
I will still surpass.
Him.
Him.
She has returned.
Him.
She is not dead yet.
Him.
All the better.
Him.
I wonder where she got that toy.
Him.
They attack.
Him.
They will perish.
Him.
Him.
I have lost.
Him.
I feel the sword inside me.
Him.
I'm dying.
Him.
Without surpassing.
Him.
I sense a presence.
Him.
It is her.
Him.
Why the saddness?
Him.
I ask her.
Him.
Did I lose because I'm a copy?
Him.
She says no.
Him.
She says I lost.
Him.
Because I couldn't see what was ahead of me.
Him.
Nor what would come after.
Him.
It makes sense now.
Him.
I was blind because of His back.
Him.
I ask her.
Him.
What is that she sees.
Him.
When she looks into the future.
Him.
She looks.
Him.
She answers.
Him.
A flower who's name I don't know yet.
Him.
The chimera asks what name they should put.
Him.
On my tombstone.
Him.
I don't want a tombstone.
Him.
I ask, if possibol.
Him.
To bury me under the tree.
Him.
For it will be my monument.
Him.
Not his.
Him.
But mine.
Him.
As I slowly descent into the darkness.
Him.
I hear a voice fading away, replaced by my own.
My monument.
Not His, but Mine.
For I am me.
I am not Him.
I am me.
And that is enough.
For me.
Thank you for reading this. If you are intrested, I have a few pictures that fit into the poem. But I didn't made them. If you are intrested in getting the webpage address, where I got the picture, please don't hesitate to ask.
His face. Not mine.
Him.
His name. Not mine.
Him.
His color. Not mine.
Him.
His memorys. Not mine.
Him.
And yet, I'm not truly Him.
Him.
Then what am I?
Him.
A shadow.
Him.
A shadow of Him.
Him.
I don't want to be a shadow.
Him.
I want to break the chains that hold me.
Him.
I want to surpass.
Him.
By any means necessery.
Him.
Him.
I have nearly destroyd Sairaag.
Him.
Something that He would never do.
Him.
And yet, the chains do not break.
Him.
I must continue to break the chains.
Him.
Him.
I look into the eyes of my creator, before she falls.
Him.
Her eyes are filled with tears and betrayel.
Him.
I enjoy it.
Him.
She looks up to me, finnally realising that I am not Him.
Him.
No, I am me.
Him.
I use my power, to wipe her out without a trace.
Him.
My revenge to her is complete.
Him.
But this is not enough.
Him.
If I am going to surpass Him.
Him.
I have to complete something He could not.
Him.
Survive the Giga slave, or kill Lina Inverse.
Him.
I brace myself, to accept Zanaffar's power.
Him.
I am ready.
Him.
Him.
At last, she's going to cast the Giga slave.
Him.
The moment I have been waiting for.
Him.
To see if I can surpass.
Him.
No.
Him.
I will surpass.
Him.
For I am greater than Him.
Him.
She stops her!
Him.
The blue-haired one!
Him.
She says there is another way.
Him.
The redhead cancels the spell!
Him.
All because of her!
Him.
I'll teach her a lesson.
Him.
The redhead pushes her away.
Him.
And takes the hit.
Him.
How foolish.
Him.
Even if she dies.
Him.
Without firing the Giga-slave.
Him.
I will still surpass.
Him.
Him.
She has returned.
Him.
She is not dead yet.
Him.
All the better.
Him.
I wonder where she got that toy.
Him.
They attack.
Him.
They will perish.
Him.
Him.
I have lost.
Him.
I feel the sword inside me.
Him.
I'm dying.
Him.
Without surpassing.
Him.
I sense a presence.
Him.
It is her.
Him.
Why the saddness?
Him.
I ask her.
Him.
Did I lose because I'm a copy?
Him.
She says no.
Him.
She says I lost.
Him.
Because I couldn't see what was ahead of me.
Him.
Nor what would come after.
Him.
It makes sense now.
Him.
I was blind because of His back.
Him.
I ask her.
Him.
What is that she sees.
Him.
When she looks into the future.
Him.
She looks.
Him.
She answers.
Him.
A flower who's name I don't know yet.
Him.
The chimera asks what name they should put.
Him.
On my tombstone.
Him.
I don't want a tombstone.
Him.
I ask, if possibol.
Him.
To bury me under the tree.
Him.
For it will be my monument.
Him.
Not his.
Him.
But mine.
Him.
As I slowly descent into the darkness.
Him.
I hear a voice fading away, replaced by my own.
My monument.
Not His, but Mine.
For I am me.
I am not Him.
I am me.
And that is enough.
For me.
Thank you for reading this. If you are intrested, I have a few pictures that fit into the poem. But I didn't made them. If you are intrested in getting the webpage address, where I got the picture, please don't hesitate to ask.