My dear enemy,
So perfect in which you continue with a life whose lies become sincere. There is but one motivation in which you continue, just as I have one to keep my going. Your greed compels you and vengeance weighs steady within every part of me. Though as you acquire what you wish, this desire will either grow or fade, either option viable and working within it's rights. Just as my motivation decipates as the years wear on. Every fiber of my being holds a hate against you and yet every minute of every hour of every day, a bit of me dies and so will it. Change is inevitable, happens all the time and it is your way to deny it. You are a person and can do no less, but I am now too dead to care. Your rival is gone and I want you no more. My dear enemy, so perfect in it's creation, people are a mass of lies and contradiction, just as this is. I am nothing more than you, nothing less. Too, a person, I am exceptional though have accepted that if you are to die doing something that you love, then there is no tragedy.
Vincerus Community Member 
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