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I promised a throne
Rage.
To long inside this cage,
of discontent.
Hell bent,
on nothing but revenge.
A fire that does not singe,
that warms me from within.
I taste the sin.
It leaves an evil grin,
upon my face.
I fucking hate this place,
of lies.
Now, filled with mistrust.
Killing because I must.
The scent of blood is strong,
as I keep pushing on.
Kneeling, but not to pray.
Instead to lead astray,
those haloed fucks
from the God they trust.
Heavenly tears are cried for
the corpses I have killed.
I just laugh inside because I
have a throne to build.
To long inside this cage,
of discontent.
Hell bent,
on nothing but revenge.
A fire that does not singe,
that warms me from within.
I taste the sin.
It leaves an evil grin,
upon my face.
I fucking hate this place,
of lies.
Now, filled with mistrust.
Killing because I must.
The scent of blood is strong,
as I keep pushing on.
Kneeling, but not to pray.
Instead to lead astray,
those haloed fucks
from the God they trust.
Heavenly tears are cried for
the corpses I have killed.
I just laugh inside because I
have a throne to build.
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