Scorn and hatred grows on you
The wound shall fester
The rot grows darker still
(Bad dreams)
The nightly blood spills for the failures of man
Eat the forbidden fruit
Moral truth does not exist for you
You left us out to dry
Overfed children of the profiteers of pain
Your blood will be washed away by the acid rain
You suck the lifeblood from the vein that you claim to maintain
You will be purged in the purest flame
And the devil will know you by name
The blood is on your hands
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