Kill the father of the beast, poison the child and watch it scatter, find the bitch that carried it for an eternity before it was time to birth it into this fucked up world and bleed her dry, capture the sinner, prepare them for death, suck the marrow from their bones for dinner, twisting and turning we bend further downward towards a forever that never was, sinister, segregate, make the demon bastard pay, drown them all in its blood, hold them under, let them kick, forever never seemed like it ever could until death knocked on my door and took everything but me, for now I see, for now I be, and you death, will face the hand of man…
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