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Last LaughFlames bite at me,
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my armor absorbing what it can.
Over the fiery roar I hear his laughter,
echoing through dark hallways.
Through gritted teeth,-
I press on.
His rants and raves I ignore.
His traps I encounter, I counter.
All of this, I do by reflex.
My thoughts are consumed by something else.
The entire graveyards he's filled;
The city crying; at what it must endure.
The lives he's destroyed;
"James, Jason . . . I'm sorry."
The friends he's crippled
"I could have stopped all of this."
"I could have killed him years ago."
It'd be so easy.
"All I've ever wanted to do is kill him."
"A day doesn't go by I don't think about subjecting him
to every horrendous torture he's dealt out to others
"But if I do that,
if I allow myself to go
down into that place,
I'll never come back."
"Why aren't you laughing?" I hear him,
The wall separating us breaks,
as my body lunges-
A roar escapes from my throat.
"'Because I've heard it before,
and it wasn't funny the