| Memories of torment strikes me
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| Attempts were made to suffocate me at birth
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| Fools, I was already ancient
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| Thou can not kill what breeds within Thee
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| Alas, this agony, the emptiness of earthborn pride
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| Hath stirred my faithful heart which guided me to darker paths
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| Far away from their pestilent ways
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| Cleansed was I from deceitful grace
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| Yet, put to scorn was I
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| By those unclean
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| Enslaved by ignorance
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| They blindly spat upon
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| The deity of hate
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| Awake is the darkest fiend
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| By the fallen one I shall arise
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| Upon bewildered masses
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| To whom the indulgence of my soul portray as sin made god
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| I shall revile and quell the source
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| Whence mockery of my kind derive
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| This I know: Facile shalt my quest not come to pass
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| Deathwish be my gift to all at last
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| Honour. |
| Commended no longer as virtue
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| Yet, shalt be extolled by light’s demise
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| By the fallen one I shall arise
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| Arise
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| Believer
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| Speak not to me of justice
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| For none have I ever seen
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| By God, I shall give as I receive
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| Betrayer
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| Speak not to me at all
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| You and this world
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| Ripped my fucking heart out
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| Again… again… and again…
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| Again… and again… |