resent a sense of feeding, demanding bleeding unhinged a savage seeks a quest hollow hearts, rapid beating the pulse is high its never ceasing this cannot be a false pretence as people arise I feel it stone cold, a passive disease, no chance of healing you'll wonder if this is the end the void submit to pass through fear the eyes staring at you a time of unrivalled despair as people arrive I feel their stare you lived a life in chains your master could not save you'll lose the grasp of gain no method to your rage you die a death each day for some it seems to stay that way channels to feed your hate lying there for you to take a place where fools attend no prayers for you my friend
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