Chapter 1 - Untitled

Sadistic

Along the winding road,
I pass by innocently
Minding all my own bussiness
To my destination, do I soon reach
Only to find a barrage of threats

Devil imposter, numbered one
He begins the attack
Running by me the possibility of ban
Not as if I were of inquisition,
I inquire the reason for this
No response, just dissapearance
Simply gone like abyss

Tourmentor "Solkolov," numbered two
Begins the rain of idle threats
So similar an identity,
So coincidental the apparating
Surely this is no other

As the blows are dealt,
Anger rises, I must tear back at him
But wait...
That's what he wants,
To do away with me through my glued syllables
Gone is he, as well

Trc, not three, but fourteen
Begins the next wave of assaults
Not so harsh, almost understanding
However, his word is not trusted
Again, he's gone
And almost suddenly, Solkolov returns

He claims condemnation for he of fourteen
But surely it is not so
Hailing perversion and immaturity,
His true colors are shown
A sick sadist with horrid intentions
To me, he will not get
A quick click and few written words
My problems are forever solved

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