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Luchika

Does my heart still beat within
The cold embrace you call my skin?
If it lies dead why should I care?
Better use by far is there
For anything that comes my way,
Gloves are off, and so we play
You be white as I am black
And tactics are just what you lack
Play for money? Why of course,
You think me cheaper than to force
Myself upon unwilling foes?
Why then I laugh, for why, who knows?
You realise that, of course, I'll win
And take of you immortal sin...
Written by Tiberius~