Walking in grass filled with leprosy, we must resist the liquid anniversary. This isn't what I wanted life to be, but you stole the script, and re-wrote the final scene. You were never there, you never cared, I can smell your fear, and I am coming for you. You bloviate of hate and pain, but your a fake- succumb unto my reign, Of doom and death and Neferius, Pain? now you will feel true pain. Just as a cloud dissapates and vanishes, those who travel to Sheol, will not return. I struggle to pull myself back up, but you stepped on my fingers and watched me fall. I hope you aren't scared yet, my plague is ever growing, We can't destroy tomorrow, unless we DEFILE today.
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