Don't live. Be dead.
Your fucking life makes me so sad.
You're nothing. I'm god.
I hope last will you wrote...
You feeling my hate every day,
I willingly with your life play,
You think that I am fate...
In vain.
You ready pray me...
For every reason...
And loving blame me...
In any treason...
Is waiting for you
Grand deluge,
I will ignore you,
Don't give refuge,
You will suffer,
Burn in flame,
You're outsider
And my aim...
I preach your death...
I'll stop your breath...
Blow up your heart...
Your hell on start...
You sold soul.. without contract.
Already standing.. before the fact,
That it's good time.. for you die,
But you still trying.. to me lie.
You pray for mercy.. I don't care,
No matter how.. loud you do yell.
You want that I'm.. kind to your fate.
Oh, so sorry... But in vain.
Vain Prayer
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