Sacred Scarcity
I Have No Power Yet
Nothing But My Seething Hate and Disgust
So as I Sit Here and Stare
Infesting to Inject
The Drugs Flow Up Through Me Everywhere
I'm Just Waiting to Break Through
To Bring the End to All, Us, Me, and You
I Will Bring the End to Every Hell
And Devour All Hope, It's True
The Angel of Death Shall Die by My Right Hand Bled
Strangling Life's Breath, The Ground Will Bleed Red
I Am the Killer, The Killer of Dreams
I have No Wish to Silence Your Screams
But You Know The Screams Are Yours You Have Wrought
I'll See All You Each Dead and Never Think A Second Thought
I Am the Killer of The Angels of Death
I Am the Taker of Hopes and Your Dreams
But Soon All That Will be Left
Is the Sound of Your Screams
Life is Nothing
A Motherfucking Waste of Time
Just Fuck Off
And My Vengeance Will Find You Soon Enough
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