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You, passionless...little mess
I must confess, I caused your death
Save the world, kill yourself
do it myself

Tie a noose, masturbate
Pissing cum you say goodbye
But I am afraid
you'll be back...breaking us

It ends, quite nice
Anger
Violence
Sex
Coming, with each slice
Anger
Violence
Sex

Blades spinning, for your
sinning
Come and blood stains
on the bed
Cut you with a knife until
you are surely dead