In my solace

Pretend to be weak, that he may grow arrogant.

-p49. Laying plans 1:22b

The art of war, Sun Tzu

πŸ‘ΊπŸ‘ΊπŸ‘ΊπŸ‘ΉπŸ‘ΉπŸ‘ΉπŸ˜ˆπŸ˜ˆπŸ˜ˆπŸ˜€πŸ˜ πŸ˜€πŸ˜ πŸ˜€πŸ˜ πŸ˜€πŸ˜ πŸ˜€πŸ˜ŽπŸ™ŠπŸ™‰πŸ™ˆ
πŸ‘ŠπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘πŸ‘ˆπŸ’ͺ
Be my sith,

Be mine forever,

As with my rage and anger boils,

we will not inherit the universe,

We are it,

For i am and will always before

You are my after.

They will suffer,

that order 

that which persecute us,

that whom have become what we always wanted to be.

At last the Jedi

will always be,

and here we are

to justify their own grief,

in their pain we take no joy,

solace and serenity in our loneliness.

serendipity and ambivalence with our pain.

Yes much hatred we be,

at least, 

there will always two,

then why am i the only one standing here

at the edge of my existence.

πŸ˜ β˜»πŸ˜ŽπŸ˜ β˜»πŸ˜ŽπŸ™ŠπŸ™‰πŸ™ˆπŸ‘ΊπŸ‘ΉπŸ˜ˆπŸ‘ΏπŸ‘ΏπŸ‘Ώ
In memoria et

Darth Bane

πŸ˜ β˜»πŸ˜ŽπŸ‘ΊπŸ‘ΉπŸ˜ˆ

@rtsydhude

2009c. fanart: SW

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