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God of Pain

I call him the God of Pain.
And bow before him.
Today the whole bed is covered in blood
After all, he loves to play with fate.

Play with the fate of Other people.
I measure the pain drop by drop
Bloody stains on the sheets.
I don't like to hide behind a gag
Begging cries for mercy
And to continue languid sighs ...
Yes, call Hell a fiend
But I have nowhere to run.

Pain, screams, tempted moan,
And weak resistance ...
Night fell and neon
Spilled a transparent glow ...
Well, what then? Call him a God!
As long as I hear the beating of hearts
While your soul is like frost
Doesn't melt from hot hands.

You can think whatever you want.
And to understand everything in its own way.
But to be with me is to be vicious,
And this I just need to accept.
Written by KristinaX
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