All of you will fear my caress
I dictate the self-awareness
I feast on your trembling defeat
Delectable sorrow
it tastes so sweet
Existence, Reality
They failed: Come on
bury your dreams
Perception, Brutality
Increasing: So call me
your god
I am the reaper of faith
Follow me my sickly sweet child
Innocence not dying worth
The rape begins
I will show you
the hell on earth
Why should I
Should question myself
My inner motive
Is known
I'll bask
You suffocate
My inner motive is known
Those tears shed
in your despair
Preserving this perverted affair
Open your mouth open wide
Swallow all of
your remaining pride

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