Curse your name, as it dwells on the tip of my tongue. Sour the taste of despair, as your blackness coats my lungs. The clock is quickly ticking and soon your time will come, to meet your maker, and end what you've become.
With my hands around your throat,
look you in the eyes as I release your soul,
feel the pain I feel, as you choke.
Greetings from the reaper, leave you breathless and your body cold, no more redemption, your soul will now burn slow, you'll have eternity to pay for what you've done, and ill live my life knowing, you I will never become.
You'll feel the pain I feel, as I release your soul.
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