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Come clean of this paranoia of hope, consuming the time.. I’m the harbinger of death.. I reached to put out your worthless life.. The massacre of the natural looks This was the anatomy of a pain Laugh, at the dungeons that rotten my flesh.. Love me, by the meanest of tortures.. The pleasure built on human skin Meet the sociopath deep inside me Get ready for my sins, my faith ripping dagger Shall be hindered, murdered, before it grows Enslaving agony of time The tears between the laughters of pleasures Created with consumed breathes It exagerrates my unsatisfied, unsuppressed desires Hopeless beggings are silenced by the revenge of bloody stabs Orgasm fantasies on top of dead buddies Hahahhahahaha.. I cannot be stopped I am the nightmare in the mind I am the harbinger of death