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What is it you seek
Prime yourself
Feed on the weak

Drain their blood
Their empathy
Take a chunk
From their reality

Create a lump
Of insecurity
Submit your power
Putridly

Can't let them be

Spread your darkness
So they can't see

You can try
But it ends here with me

I see them stumble
Drunk with dread
From all the badness
You put in their head

Swallowed your glass
To slit their throat
Your hand over their mouth
And watched them choke

Made just enough fire
suffocation caused by smoke

Gave them your bad weed
Toke after toke

Your horns stick up with blades of fury
Cause harm
Major injuries

Stab in their arm
Potent  syringes

The torch you hold
Your devil illuminates
Get off on the seeds
You love to create

And watch as they linger
Blood runs from their veins
The junk injected with your fingers  

The inability
To see the reality
The addiction feeds
It's own mortality

Power of persuasion
Illuminates their mind
The devil now wins
Their lust
His greatest crime

I see them unable
Willing to lose
I reach for them unstable
But it's you they choose

Destiny disabled
I see the change in their eyes
Your feeding them junk
Feeding their demise

A few slipped through your fingers
How'd that feel ?

Your battle to kill them all
But the goodness healed

They stood as warriors
They didn't yield
For the game you made
Isn't a fair playing field

I've seen it all around me
All of my life
I've lost more than you can imagine
They allowed your sickness inside

I've seen a million of you
A million times
Your darkness and fire
Burnt out their inner light
Their will to fight
The will power inside
They chose you
And It's why they died

You repelled me from the start
No room for you in my heart
But you took the ones closest to me
So you could see me hurt
Watch me grieve

I stand with a mission
Of my own permission
To share among the weak you feed
A light so bright
Fires the ignition
To see how many I can save
Relentlessly

I have my own horns
Their tattered and worn
But they have their own power
Fire
It burns with love
And an eagerness to give
Back what you stole
Equality
to see them live

Watch me .....
Crush your morbid creations
If even one walks with me
Others will follow salvation

Burn in the hell
you created
And watch us dance with pure elation

Don't worry
I'm terribly patient


Written by Spunkrat
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