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This "ever-lasting" blade only lasts 400 kills to be honest.
But what is "ever-lasting" are these grey skies,
Looks like it's going to rain for a long time to come
And how unfortinate I am that they follow.

The "ever-lasting" look of other Kerra's eyes seem to capsize
Like a boat with some sort of "ever-lasting" lore to it.
Sinking again and again with each tongue repeating it's story.
How Unfortinate that these stares are at me.

Into a shadow that provides an "ever-lasting" comfort,
For I bring those victims into an "ever-lasting" sleep.
Oh how I can never stop with my art
How fortinate for me, that my paint is easy to come by.

Bored with a simple paint brush,
Tired of being raised by somber Humans
And sick of trying to fit into this so called peace thats "ever-lasting".
It's as "ever-lasting" as ephermal can get, and frankly thats not long.

Loud crashes with a storm is what they assume,
Only it's a Kerra's pads against somethings bones.
"Ever-lasting" is like a dream you have at night.
It seems to be "ever-lasting" but it's only a thought.

When will one's love for me be "ever-lasting"?
When will this assassin find a home?
Maybe if I had light for this terrible tempest.
One might consider me to be vivacious and truely "ever-lasting".