Yay! I had some reviewers. Thank you all, I answered your reviews at the bottom. Here's a poem for you all. Enjoy.
He lived centuries...
Yet, he could still produce tears.
He had seen war upon war...
Yet, he still cringed upon it.
He had witnessed death in all forms and in all stages of life...
Yet, he was never allowed it.
He knew years, decades, and centuries had passed by...
Yet, he remained unaged.
He waited for 'him'...
Yet, he had no lead but the date embedded upon the cross that donned his chest.
He did not worry, though, about this; 'he' would find him...
Yet, 'his' words haunted him.
"We'll die together, Rain and take the whole world with us."
He was cursed with immortality...
Yet, he bore it no matter the torture it brought him.
He was tortured by his curse...
Yet, his sanity remained intact.
He longed for death, but not if meant the death of all humans as well...
Yet, he had time, plenty of time to plan what he was going to do when he finally met 'him' again.
He would be stopped...
Yet, this time for good. Yuca's life would end once and for all, releasing the world from his reign of terror forever.
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