| I hate you more than any word can describe,
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| Wish you were dead, and I will live till you die,
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| Destroy the dreams of everyone you control,
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| Now that I’m above you, the deceit can be told,
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| A separation of a chance that must take,
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| Under calculations have been digging your grave,
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| Open the book to endless chapters I read,
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| I will know the tmth that brings you down on your knees,
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| Uncovered secret, exposing their crime
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| confronting them is just a matter of time.
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| Without an option, or way to escape,
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| You have pay for the mistakes that you made.
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| The game is over, now run to the light,
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| Your lack of vision will restore what is mine.
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| In Preservation of your life of mystic
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| a reparation that at last will be seen,
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| Untouched by the hand of god,
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| Look what it has done to us.
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| Worry in the house of thieves,
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| Overlooking everything,
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| Untouched by the hand of god,
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| Your compassion never was,
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| Cut the cord of agony,
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| Bitterness, uncertainty,
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| (trail Into Lead)
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| Their recollection of events is a lie,
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| Woe and suffering has always been on the mind,
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| Beyond myself the misery that you’ve caused,
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| Step into my circle and your life will be lost,
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| You seem to think that I’m to do what I’m told,
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| Over superstitious from the stories of old,
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| Your putrid essence and the scriptures of god,
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| Leave me un removed from my belief in Satan. |