'I'm not my father,' the boy said, 'With his cold-hearted illusions, I've none of his grand delusions.' Then, he quietly bowed his head.
'He's filled my life with hate and dread, my mother's life he's made a hell. To the Devil with him as well!' With these words the young boy shivered – icy gaze, but lips that quivered. 'How this will end, no one can tell.
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I swore that I would make him pay, For every evil thing he did,' sighed the blonde boy – still just a kid. 'I know there has to be a way.
Yes, revenge will be mine someday, and I can start to make amends, then, maybe I'll have some real friends. I want to start a brand new life, and make the red-haired girl my wife. I'll just be glad when his life ends.
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We'd be so happy – she and I. He wants her for some evil plan. I really do despise that man! So while he breathes, we dare not try.
It worries me to see her cry, yet, she's brave enough for her part. I just wish I knew where to start! Well, follow him – I never will! I will not let him make me kill! No cold illusions in my heart.'