Power is only deserving of those strong enough,
Be it good or bad only those with strength can survive.
Just like the cactus,
compared to the Dodder flower who can only depend on others to survive
He strives in even the toughest conditions standing tall in all his majesty with no one but himself to support him.
But beware of the dodder for once it latches onto you, your future will be looking very grim.
~unoriginal
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It seems as though I have underestimated Jezebeth. She hits me with a fire ball and I fall back, blood seeping from my lips.
"Who Are You!" She shouts in hostility. A blaze revolving in her black orbs.
"Hmph, with your identity? Shut up and let me kill you!" I say in a deep voice. Was I threatening enough? Should I have exaggerated a bit more?
Mean
